A warrant for Chateau de Sable, please …
photo copy right: C E Ayr.
As I approached the chateau I was struck by how much it looked like a fortress. Without my warrant card “mandate de perquisition” I would not have gained access. Chantal looked at me; I knew what she was thinking: we prepared ourselves for what we would find.
The girls had been missing for six years, it was too long. Madams’ eyes locked on mine, power and coldness looked into my soul: I wondered was I fit to judge her? I had to be or all was lost.
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Ouch.. The terrible Marc Dutroux comes to mind…. too late for many of them.
I really like the bits of the internal monologue, when the narrator doubts his/hers abilities.
Thank you Martin, your comment helps me as I was not sure about putting the doubts of the narrator
They seem to have found a dangerous adversary. Creepy.
You set up a tense situation, with fascinating hints as to a larger story, but i really like the narrator’s self-analysis at the end. This adds intriguing layers.