Ma Cherie. Love till death

BTS - Life Goes On Like an echo in the forest Like a forest echo       Paris, despite popular belief, is not that special. Catherine was from Rouen - a city that is several times less popular than the capital of France, but, according to Gautier, more beautiful. Haruga doraogetji This day will return       Everyday Paris is gray, tall buildings, gloomy passers-by, endless dirt with homeless people. Although, perhaps, the same city at night is completely different, but Katrin does not care about this. The girl came here for another purpose, which, unfortunately, had nothing to do with tourism. Amu ildo eopdan deusi It's like nothing happened       Catherine looked at the capital from the window of a taxi that quickly rushed along the wide streets of Paris. Gautier, not seeing anything unusual, quickly looked away, returning her attention to the papers in her hands. Yeah life goes on Yes, life goes on.       In the yellow folder was the case of “Monstre” - the killer, because of which Gautier was torn from his legal rest in his hometown. "Monster" has already killed two. Young women, both about twenty-five, death, presumably from strangulation, numerous bruises and signs of rape on the body. Like an arrow in the blue sky Like an arrow in the blue sky       Paris, in general, is not the district of Catherine; she would not have been here if not for the request of an old acquaintance. Adam Lambert, head of the Department of Homeland Security, invited Gauthier as a highly qualified employee who could help here. Tto haru deo naragaji Another day flies by       Adam believed that Catherine, unlike the French police, would definitely be able to cope with this case. It seemed simple only at first glance. On my pillow, on my table On my pillow, on my table,       Both women were killed at night; an autopsy has not yet been performed. There are no traces of the criminal or signs of forced entry at the crime scene. Perhaps both women knew the killer or he quickly gained their trust. The reasons for the crime were not clear. It doesn’t look like an ordinary rape and subsequent murder - there are no signs of a struggle. The only thing that connected the two of them was their appearance. Although, in addition to this, they both lived in the center, just one area from each other. Yeah life goes on Yes, life goes on       The car stopped at a tall dark building. RSF base, where she is now expected. Having paid, Catherine deftly climbed out of the taxi and immediately found Adam with her eyes. He was already waiting for the girl at the entrance. Lambert was a rather short, blue-eyed, brunette with a gray beard and a haggard, tired face. Seeing Gautier, he waved his hand at her. Like this again Like now. “Hello,” Adam shook Catherine’s hand and stepped aside, urging her to come in. "We have an unexpected guest."       Gauthier nodded in greeting and handed him the file. "Who?" Catherine restrained the impulse to joke about the “damn feds.” She went inside and immediately saw at the reception desk someone about whom Lambert had not had time to warn her.       Round, grinning muzzle; tall athletic body covered in black tights. Cat Noir. A hero and favorite of the people, Catherine saw him on the news more than once. His character as a womanizer was no less popular than his famous superheroism. Gauthier stopped, sighing heavily. She, without looking, quietly says to Adam: "What is he doing here?"       Catherine continues to look at the Cat with a serious, attentive gaze. Noir apparently sensed this and winked at her.       In response, Lambert’s joyful voice is heard: "Came to “help”."       Pursing her lips, Catherine lets Adam go ahead and follows him. They came closer to the uninvited guest and Gautier involuntarily began to examine him. The cat looked about twenty-seven years old, light stubble touched his chin, he himself was a head taller than Catherine and twice as wide. He had broad shoulders, strong arms and legs, and a clearly visible torso under his suit. And, judging by his look, he knew this very well. “Milady,” he said slowly, as if purring. "You are so wonderful-"       The man reached out to Catherine's small palm as he spoke to leave a light, flirtatious kiss. But Gautier pulled back and put her hand behind her back. Gaultier has never been attracted to such men. They were unpleasant for her; their behavior confused her. How can you just flirt with everyone? “It’s nice to meet you, too,” the girl says indifferently, turning to Adam. “I would like to know the details of the case sooner.”       Lambert nodded and was about to leave towards the office, when he suddenly stopped and turned around. “Oh, yes,” he spread his hands and pointed first at Noir, then at Catherine. "I forgot to introduce you. This is Cat Noir, this is Catherine Gaultier. She is the detective on the Monster case."       The cat nodded and smiled charmingly at Gautier. She didn't even look at him and walked into the office first. It was a small room with a window almost to the floor. There was a table and chairs against one wall, and on the other there was a large poster containing all the known information.       Noir plopped down on one of the chairs, and Catherine walked up to the stand with Adam. There was finely written text on it, attached portraits of girls and photographs of corpses hanging next to images of their houses and apartments. “Angelique De Maurier and Marie Beaujois,” Lambert began. "We didn’t know each other, there were no common connections..."       While Adam told small details, and Catherine listened with rapt attention, Chat examined Gautier. She was very petite, with a delightfully round face and brown eyes. Her blond hair was gathered in a careless bun, her narrow shoulders were highlighted by her shirt, and her thin legs were visible from under a strict skirt. Noir involuntarily compared her to Lady Bug. She was about the same height as him, rather thin with prominent bones, especially the bones of the collarbones. The Lady had huge bright eyes and a sharp chin.       She was simple, but very beautiful. Her character was as tough as a whip, but Noir considered this to be the consequences of her work. Still, not everyone can stand watching all the possible evils of humanity every day.       While the Cat was hovering in his very important thoughts, he did not notice the condemnation with which Catherine was looking at him. The guy smiled awkwardly and bowed his head. “We're going to the latest crime scene,” Gauthier said. “Then we’ll go to the morgue. I will perform a full autopsy on Angelica, only after that we will go to the first one." "For what?" Noir said lazily, scratching his stomach. "The police were already there."       Catherine just looked at Chat with an indifferent look and walked out the door. ***       Angelique lived in an apartment building near the center of Paris. Her apartment was decorated in beige, with white carpets on the floor. The body was found in the bedroom. On the bed, along the outline of the corpse that once lay there, gray electrical tape was pasted. There were no traces of blood.       Catherine slowly walked around each room, followed by Noir. All he did was lazily mumble something and yawn while Gauthier tried to find something that the police had not noticed. "Well?" Cat drawls impatiently. "Did you find anything?"       Catherine shook her head with displeasure and walked around the bed again. Crumpled sheets, a torn charging cord used to strangle the victim. There really was nothing else here. Gautier leaned over the bed, noticing the white spots.       Sperm. As friends and neighbors said, Angelica did not have a boyfriend. So these are traces of the rapist. Most likely, the samples are already in the laboratory. Catherine straightened up and said: "We need to go to the morgue. Biological traces of the killer should also remain on the corpse." "What?"       Without waiting for Chat, Catherine turned around and left the apartment. Noir took one last look at the sheets and hurried after Gautier. ***       There was no separate morgue in Paris now, as in the eighteenth century, so Catherine and Noir went to one of the private clinics, the morgue of which was used for forensic examinations.       The deceased was in the basement. Only employees could go down there - the door can only be opened with a key card. The morgue was a spacious, bright room, consisting of two rooms: freezers and, directly, an operating room. Two nurses were already waiting for Gauthier and Cat.       Angelica and Maria lay in the freezers just as they were brought. They were both in their underwear, but Angelica was even wearing a nightie. “We need to move Angelica onto the table.”       Both employees nodded to Catherine and hastily began to move the girl onto the cold surface of the metal table. Gautier turned to Noir. He tried to look anywhere, as long as not at the corpses. “Why did you come if you’re not going to do anything anyway?”       Catherine shook her head with dissatisfaction and turned to the lying stiff body, slowly pulling gloves onto her hands. She felt the Cat's reproachful gaze on her back. “I could be useful too.” “Yes,” Gautier answered sharply. "But not here, but in the fight against stupid supervillains, which your girlfriend is probably fighting with now."       Noir frowned and pulled away from the wall, moving closer to Catherine. “I’m here because...” he says insinuatingly. "Because I can help. Steal evidence, detain a criminal without evidence, or neutralize a killer so quickly that he does not have time to understand. Moreover, this is not a job for a Lady."       The cat straightened up and folded his arms over his chest. Gautier did not answer and carefully cut the clothes Angelica was wearing, carefully folded them and put them aside. The fabric will be sent for examination.       Catherine turns to the Cat. "There is a video camera on the shelf on the left. Turn it on."       Noir nodded and pressed the button. Gautier bent over the body, examining it carefully, and then spoke after a while:       Traces of strangulation are visible on the neck: bruises and bruises in the form of a horizontal thin line; the victim is believed to have been strangled by a telephone cord found next to the victim's bed.       Catherine carefully pushed Angelica's dark hair aside. "On the head, in the area of ​​the right hemisphere, a hematoma and abrasion are visible, most likely from a blunt object. Traces of ichor are also visible, the skull is intact, the wound is not fatal. There are bruises in the shape of a palm print on the forearms, chest and waist, one nipple has been bitten off."       Catherine straightened up and walked around the corpse, examining it more closely. Noir didn't even look at the body - he intensely examined his own shoes, on the verge of covering his ears.       Gautier slowly pulled away from the body and walked a little back to the victim’s feet. Catherine thought for a second and looked around. Naturally, there was no gynecological chair in the morgue, and carrying the corpse upstairs to the working hospital to examine it was not an option. Gaultier carefully spread Angelica's legs and picked up a strange, oblong device, like forceps, and brought it to the crotch of the corpse. Noir choked and immediately turned away, suppressing his gag reflex.       Catherine carefully parted the vaginal walls and looked inside. "You can see ruptures and traces of blood, traces of sexual violence. It may be possible to remove more biological material from the criminal during an autopsy."       Gautier put the mirror aside and picked up the scalpel again, and the Cat hurriedly left the room.