I'm deep into my case but still no solid leads. Now the rain is here and it's supposed to last through Saturday. Damn rain washes away evidence. I hate rain for that reason. Little Luc hates the rain, too. Rain means he better find shelter quick.
I suppose I haven't told you about Little Luc. Well, you can meet him right now. He's the scrawny kid tugging at my gut and screaming in my ear—especially now that the rain and cold are starting to grip the city. Little Luc has me on edge. No matter how much I tell him we're safe, that we no longer need to scrounge for a warm place to camp out, he never seems to stop fretting. You should see him when the snow starts falling. He chews my nails right down to nothing.
Still, Little Luc is the stronger of the two of us. He fears no one. And that nose of his comes in handy. He can help me sniff out a liar, but he'll also tell me what kind of dirt is embedded in a muddy footprint, whether it's from the Bois de Vincennes or the gutter. He knows all the best hiding places and where to dig up the scum of the earth. It's Little Luc who keeps me fierce and in top form, keeps me from getting too comfortable. He knows once you get too comfortable, you lose your grip on life. You become the hunted instead of the hunter. We'll never let that happen, Little Luc and me. We'll stay sharp because we got a case to solve, rain or no.
