Set for midnight, her alarm clock startled her. She put an end to the harp concert of the terrible machine and spun to wake up definitively in the shower.

Fifteen minutes later, she left the house. There wasn't a cat in the deserted street, but for the first few minutes of the drive, she spent more time looking behind her than ahead. Then after a while, realizing she wasn't being followed, she relaxed and sped up for her nine or ten hour drive.

The radio was going at the top of its lungs when, past Vierzon, it already saw the direction of Toulouse, the tension of the last hours had...