Chapter Seven
The Final Reckoning
It was finally agreed by the forces of law and order in Great Britain, that Ulysses Bourbon had left the country, and that he had most likely returned to his native France. So when Rob`s people had finally came up with an address to match the chateau in the photograph, the address was immediately passed on to Inspector Davis. This was to allow him to contact the French police and ask them to raid the chateau, and free the two sisters if they were indeed there. They also passed the address on to Rob, who on receiving it drove directly to the chateau at the best speed he could make, without actually breaking the French speed limit, for this would mean being delayed and fined at each toll booth they came to, and there were a large number of toll booths between Caen and the chateau.
In England, a normally calm Inspector Davis was beginning to lose his rag with the French police officer at the other end of the phone.
“Inspector, we have told you of the Satanic temple that we found in his cellar here in England, and also that we have damming evidence against Monsieur Ulysses Bourbon that proves that he is not only a murderer, but that he has kidnapped the two young daughters of the murdered woman as well. Based on what I have seen in the house here in England, I should think that he has taken them to use in some sort of a satanic black mass. If you will not immediately arrest the man, then at least get a search warrant based on the evidence that I have placed before you, and raid his house. You have to join in the search for those two young sisters, and please remember that one of them is only fifteen years of age, and please do it before something terrible happens to them.” He demanded.
He wanted to scream his frustration down the phone but he knew that this would only lead to a further delay at the French end while the police officer sulked, so he was polite but firm in his demands.
“Surely Inspector you exaggerate, black magic is only a front for your suburban sex orgies, and they certainly do not happen in France.” The French police officer declared pompously but he finally agreed to co-operate with the British police.
“Look Inspector Davis, I will get your search warrant, if you think it is necessary, I should have it in my possession within one hour, and then I will visit Monsieur Bourbon and search his chateau. I will contact you on my return to this office to tell you the result of the search.” Inspector Davis wanted to shout back that he wasn`t exaggerating, and yes it was necessary, but instead he screamed silently and knew that he would have to be satisfied, and to patiently await the results of the search.
It was two and a half hour later that the French Inspector rang back with his report.
“We found no sign of the two sisters at the chateau Inspector Davis, I had twenty officers searching the house and the grounds but without result, you must be wrong in your supposition.” The French police officer sounded as if this was just as he had suspected.
“But did you search the cellar; he had two concealed rooms in the cellar of his manor house here in England?” Davis complained.
“What cellar, there is no cellar in the chateau?” The Frenchman asked.
“There is no wine cellar in a French chateau, are you joking?” Davis exploded.
“Non Monsieur, it is a little surprising but it is not unheard of.”
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