Now that the World Cup is on, most of France is out to lunch. No one is working, except us cops. Normally, I'd be sneaking out to watch the matches, too, but as much as I love football, we're trying to catch a serial killer. That's a wee bit more important, don't you think?
But I might as well put the investigation on hold until 11 July; I can't get anything done. Lab results are taking forever, no one is answering my calls. Can't seem to get anyone to care. I can only hope the killer is preoccupied by the Cup, too. But somehow I doubt it.
Truth is, I'm not really sure there's much I can do. I have precious little to go on. We're just sitting and waiting like idiots for him to strike again, when he'll hopefully leave better clues. I hear the Bruno in my head telling me not to take it personally, but I can't help it; I feel like this guy's out-playing me. Like Mexico did to France. Killer: 2; Luc: 0.
