Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Maigret!"
(Après George Simenon's Inspector Maigret detective stories.)
"Maigret!"
...I AM CHIEF INSPECTOR MAIGRET. I sit all alone, dead of night in my bureau at the Police-Judiciary-sureate/office building, rive-gauche, downtown Paris-France. At present (maintenant) I am chained to my office telephone anxiously awaiting latest reports, my pipe clenched between my teeth, un-smoking. For something to do I sent out for beers (for my returning troops), baguettes, fromage & ham from the Cafe Dauphin. Some Calvados. An after thought.
I have dispatched my Kids (mes enfants), detectives Lucas, Lapoint, uniformed Gendarme supported & fully armed to confront & arrest a particularly serpentine group of Islamic fanatics identified/accused of a myriad of crimes including blackmail, "quartier"/local businesses extortion & child prostitution. I have sent my Officers into harm's way, yet I am commanded by my "superiors" to remain at headquarters and thus I am presently in no way of knowing if my Boys succeed or come away un-scathed.
Yet in all Cases, it's the un-knowing, the fear-factor, that destiny-filled-orchestration in some OTHER hands; and/or in the end to be able to walk away; The Love U have saved? Lives? So often just disappear. And blood has no borders, the alleys of Montmartre or the boulevards of the Faubourg St. Germain.
Were histories Legends, Caesar, Alexander (the great), Napoleon, were they tyrants or just a ruthless product of their Times who sent a zillion Souls to their end? Atilla the HUN; no BLING! He only drank his booze out of a clay goblet!
A rage in a backpack is a Poets bane. "It'll shine when it shines!" -as they say in Missouri-USA. I'd better ask Madame Maigret to lay out my Sunday best suit for Mass if I get through this particular case? What rusty water or suicide Absinthe do our regrets absorb? And as for that mystifying Un-solved crime, the "one-that-got-away"; perhaps gypsy/Gaetano guitar-maestro Stephan Grappelli will strum them to their doom?
ROLL IT OVER! Un-crime the crime; the un-crime executes its criminality in its oblique diversity as EVIL is handcuffed, arrested or slain and in its final subjugation withers away another brutal play.
Yes. I will not light my pipe till my boys come home safe; that I may finally close my world & this time, after case after case simply light my pipe, kiss Madame Maigret "bon nuit" & fade away. Maigret.
c.2026. Dave Delacroix.
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