CH 3

Sean and Henri entered the morgue around eight in the morning, the head pathologist greeted them and called his assistant to show them the corpse.
Sean didn't blink at the horrible cut in the middle of the chest; Henri was impressed by his stoicism, he himself sometimes feel really bad there and avoided as much as he could to visit the place. He was quite prone to regret his idea to have breakfast together, such the wound was cruel and disgusting.
Sean asked how much strength was needed to separate the rib cage and the doctor said that once the victim was dead everybody could have done it.
"So also a woman? Not only a man?"
"Yes, why do you ask?" The doctor questioned.
"The victim was involved with women in the past, she was considered as a lesbian in London newspapers, I wonder if in France she had similar affairs."
While they reached the crime scene, Saga suggested Henri to investigate about the female friendship of Helen Anger.
"We can ask her housekeeper, the house is not so far from where she was killed."
"Can we go now?"
"Sure, as soon you're finished here."
Sean went close to the table set as a formal dinner, with four chairs covered by red panels, and the fake heads of a man and two children plastered over the panels, as to make it appear a domestic scene. The empty chair was red with the blood of the victim.
The housekeeper was a young woman with thick black hair and a pointed nose, the shape of a hawk, it was difficult not to notice it.
She responded indignated at Sean's questions about same sex relationships of her dead employer.
Henrik repeated each questions, fearing the Spanish accent of the housekeeper could prevent her form understanding the Englishman.
"Why do you repeated all my questions?" Sean asked when they were again walking outside.
"Because she is Spanish, I have already noticed the first time she was asked questions."
"She gave us some references of acquaintances of Helen, have you already verified all?"
Henri scanned the list, Sean noticed his memory was excellent and he hoped they could find some new ideas.
There were two new names, one the widow of the Fevre, a family of enterpreneurs active in real estate in Paris that Henrik already know by the press, famous for charity events and the other the wife of a right wing member of English parliament who moved to Paris for the summer season..

Back at the police station, they received the addresses of the new names given by the Spanish housekeeper; Mrs. Fevre house was near Avenue de Wagram but when they visited the house the servants informed that she was currently away in her large estate near Troyes.
The other woman, Louise Roberts, was in London. Before they could report the news to Inspector Lagrange or Hans a telephone call from the Sorbonne asked their presence, a teacher had been found murdered in a fountain inside one of the cloisters.
The crime scene was again staged with care; the body was quite naked, an arrow piercing his head and above the pillar of the fountain there was a human heart, partially eaten by the birds.
Sean asked the pathologist to verify if the heart was of a woman, presumibly Helen Anker, considering the size.
Henri was controlling if there were missing parts and the body seemed untouched, except for the book that was covering his crotch.
Sean lifted it carefully, neither of them was prepared to the blood and the missing genitalia.
They left the Sorbonne late in the evening, after questioning the members of the theology faculty, to whom the inner cloister with the fountain belonged.
The sequel of faces and names had to be carefully summarized in a long report, so they spent the whole evening at work, asking the bistrò in front of the station to prepare a casserole and to deliver in the office. Sean ate with taste, but Henri retorted his casserole was much better; he was talented at cooking, he swore, and Sean would have to try his ability soon when they'd had a moment of pause with the case.
Sean returned to the hotel. A full day with Henri, Sean was already missing his presence. It was something new for him and he tried to dissect his reactions. Henri was beautiful, but was he worth his secret? It was the first time in Sean's life he felt a similar attraction. The men he used in London were simply a device to satisfy physical needs, nothing more.