Le Rêve Du Jaguar

point, perhaps, was the simple decision to carry out the crime. My God, how could he? The more you fight it, the more you crucify yourself, the worse it will be. He concentrated on the road and on the mahogany dashboard of the Marquis de Chamford’s Jaguar. The array of instruments was not familiar; his past did not include extensive experience with such cars. He supposed that told him something. In less than an hour he crossed a bridge over a wide canal and knew he had reached Marseilles. Small square