He came rushing out of the doors from Harry's Bar on Rue Danou in Paris. His beautifully cut black woollen overcoat making a swirling drunken pirouette like a whirling dervish, before sinking gracefully in slow motion. It was sublime, poetic. A stage fall like no other. I ran over to help him to his feet. He grinned up at me, all dark haired and blue eyed, so outrageously drunk, so bloody handsome! God he was looking like Delon! So goddam easy on the eye..
Get on with it for fucks sake!
Sorry.. He was laughing. I helped him up, it wasn't easy. He was heavy, and his uncontrollable laughter made it all the more difficult! Eventually he was composed and on his feet.
Merci, Merci beaucoup ..
What the fuck did you drink in there? I want some!
That made him laugh even more..
I'll take you back inside with me.
No need, we are regulars, just tell me the name of the drink..
Long Island Tea..
But of course, what else? Hmm.. Forget the Mai Tai's tonight.
We stared into each other's eyes for an eternity. There was something familiar, but I couldn't place him. As hard as I tried. I knew him, but I wasn't sure from where.
He was also trying to place me, he was about to say something, but hesitated, and then the moment was gone.
Was he the man who wasn't there?
No, no he wasn't. But who says there's only one? There could be many.
The family annihilator in Belle Vue.
What about him?
Did you pick anything up from him?
Yes. He is in total denial. He believes his own untruths unfortunately. Nothing you can do to rectify that. Man brainwashes self - read the headlines.
Now let's go back to the hapless wannabe soldier of fortune.
The body in the trunk of the car. He drove around with that for some time. She was a whore no?
Sex worker you mean? Bloody hell Frenchy... All pre 1944 you are...I don't believe he did that, I think his mother did it.
Vraiement?
Ouai. They were in a relationship, I read their mail. It wasn't regular Mother and Son stuff, like I hope you're eating your Brussel Sprouts.. It was more - hey sexy, what underwear are you wearing today, I hope you are wearing the black lace panties I bought you.. type stuff.
Fuck.
Yes. I was shocked, but not shocked totally nude sall I say? It wasn't so surprising really. If you witnessed their interaction, it was fairly obvious. And obviously she was the instigator, he was a child at the time. So he was a victim also.
That made him misogynistic? The Oedipus complex?
Jocasta Complex also.
Probably. How could he develop normal relationships with women when he was still stuck on the tit? Being spoon fed by Mammy dearest. He had no needs, no wants, she satisfied them all, to keep a hold of him, he could never leave. Until the fateful day he brought someone else in to satisfy his needs. And well look what happened to her. Dead in the trunk of the car.
So you think his Mother did it?
Well she was beside herself with jealousy. She had the whiskey problem, rage issues.. She was afraid of losing him. The sex worker woman posed a threat. Their incestuous secret may also be unearthed. I think perhaps he was trying to break free from all of that. A sex worker is the obvious answer, he couldn't converse and act normally with ordinary women.
He's a high security prisoner. Cat A.
I don't know why, she's more dangerous.
She's dead.
Oh well, then she is no longer a threat. You want to ask him anything?
I don't know, maybe there's a connection.
To the carpet body?
Yeah.
No, the DNA doesn't match.
So our suspect's definitely not in CODIS?
No. But someone in his family is.
Oh and you know this how?
Familial DNA.
Does he have any priors? Any DUI's?
Yes there is one according to our contact, but no swabs were taken. It wasn't required then.
Not much to go on?
It's all circumstantial right now.
Do you remember the Lilac wine experiment?
Not much of it. I remember the headache!
Care to repeat?
Not really, I make a lousy Shamen, and throwing up is a fucking horrible thing for me.. Maybe I'll ask Sadhu, he has a way of connecting the disconnected. I'll call him tonight.
You're doomed—may you never fathom who you are!
This is Jocasta's penultimate line in Oedipus the King, spoken just before she exits the stage. Jocasta's words reveal that she has put the pieces together and understands what actually happened in the past..
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