I have never read a detective story with Javert in it as of yet, and I've read many a fanfic. As Javert's-wench I found it my duty to enlighten you all on Javert's un-acclaimed efforts as the true Inspector he is.
This tale tells of one of his later assignments- catching the mad milk thief, who for so many years terrorized Paris with his milk fetish.
Keep in mind, during this specific period of time, the world was in a spin. So all the time frames were in a muddle until Anne Tiquity saved the day- but that's another story.
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Prologue
On a musky night, whilst all of Paris was sleeping, except of course the whores on the side streets, the gamins starving in the gutter, the resentment for the government, and the can-can-dancers of the Moulin Rouge (so what if it wasn't built for another 50 years or so). Not to mention the lapping waters of the Seine, Quasimodo ringing his bells at some ungodly hour, Christine being led through a mirror by a man and mystery, Lestat hunting for his latest victim (Louis tagging along with the rats, mind you) and well, you get the idea………
Anyway, it was on this night when an unsuspecting milkman closed up his milk shop which he recently opened, much to his mother's pride. He sighed after a hard days work selling all sorts of milk. Goat milk, cow milk, horse milk, donkey milk, camel milk, yak milk, soy milk, coconut milk but not rice milk. Oh no, never rice milk!
As the unnamed entrepreneur locked up and walked merrily down the street, as successful milk entrepreneurs are wont to do after a hard days work, the sinister voleur de lait or as those English immigrants say- milk robber, crept from out of the shadows. Had anyone of the night owls mentioned above been close enough to see the voleur de lait's crooked face, they would have encountered a very crooked mouth twisted into an ugly form of snicker.
He glanced around before advancing on the unfortunate, poor, unlucky and oh so ill-fated shop front. There was a ladder leaning conveniently against the wall which led to the roof made of foot-grip stuff where an unusually large chimney was situated.
The voleur de lait, with all his cunning, climbed the ladder, walked effortlessly across the roof and slipped down the chimney. Most common thieves in this case would have broken the window with their hand, waking up the whole street. After all tiny shards of glass hitting cobblestones does cause a horrible din!
But oh no, not the voleur de lait, he was far too sly for the commonosities of mindless thieves.
Commonosities you ask? See below for further explanation-
Commonosities- noun; Pronounced- kom-on-oss-i-tees
Derived from the ancient Aztec language.
The usual way of thinking or acting in
a certain situation.
For example- the ballerina didn't follow
The commonosities of other ballerinas,
Deluding themselves with dreams of an
Angel of music.
Once he was safely in the Milk shop, the voleur de lait chose an unspecified brand of milk, due to copyright purposes, after he had quenched his everlasting milk lust for the time being, he made his quick exit and disappeared into the night.
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