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Chapter 3- Lost and now found

Javert sat at his desk with an intense glare fixed upon the cute little face of the sexy schoolboy……umm, err, I…umm…hey look a birdie!

"You may or may not be aware of a robbery which occurred a few nights ago. At the crime scene these were found" Javert handed the black bundle to Feuilly who unwrapped it and laughed suddenly.

"So here is Jehan's flute! Of course, he must have dropped it on our way out yesterday. And here's my fan!"

"Yesterday?" puzzled the Inspector once again down heartened and somewhat annoyed by the milkman's lack of detail he had given.

"Yes. Jehan and I went to pick up some yak milk for the café yesterday. Courfeyrac goes through so many glasses I fear one day he shall turn into the Incredible Hulk!"

He laughed again in his cheerful manner.

"Incredible…Hulk?" asked Javert

"Oh yes 'An idiot's guide to time travel'. You should check it out someday. Jehan will be so pleased. Thank you Inspector, am I free to go?"

Javert sighed heavily creating the image of his frustration once again but this time in different words. "It seems you are not the culprit. Yes you may go"

Feuilly took the lost and now found objects and left the Office.

"An…idiot's guide to…time…travel" Javert repeated under his breath as he wrote something on his palm.

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The unnamed milkman sat behind his counter cleaning an empty bottle with a pink rag, which matched his pink apron handsomely. The door flew open and a solemn Inspector marched in with his kinky little night-stick under his arm, in true musical-Javert-fashion.

"Tell me quickly what's the story"-just kidding!

"Oh thank goodness. I trust the thief is behind bars for five years, soon to be 9 for an escape attempt a few months before he's to be freed, and then another 4 for yet another escape attempt and so on until he's served a 19 year sentence?"

"Umm…not quite. You see you forgot to mention the very important fact that the fan and flute were found YESTERDAY!" bellowed Javert.

"Thanks to your ignorance the Voleur de lait is now further away and who knows, perhaps even wreaking more havoc on this already screwed city!"

The milkman blushed a certain shade of pink, and now looked rather silly. "Oh, yeah…right."

"If you cannot produce any productive evidence I'm afraid this case shall be deemed void" and with a quick 180 degrees turn he marched for the door.

"Wait! I may just have the thing you are looking for!" and once again the annoying persona of the milkman disappeared into the shady back room, only to reappear instantaneously.

Javert spun around another 180 degrees on his heels. Which if you add the two turns together he will have spun 360 degrees…ha-ha, take that Einstein!

This time he returned with another bundle, only the cloth was dark green and it was very small. Javert raised an eyebrow.

"I found this under one of the shelves. I believe we have him this time!"

He promptly handed him the bundle. Javert very slowly unwrapped the cloth for dramatic effect to reveal a blue button which had obviously come loose with a dead flower still entwined through it.

Ooh, who could it be this time!

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