Paris, France. 2011, Late February
A police chief sits in his office, it's raining and almost getting dark outside, perfect for his current mood. One of the officers, second-in-command in his building, walks in with flowers.
"Mr. Brevera, sir." He says. "I, brought you these. You said that you're wife had liked these kinds of flowers, it's the least I can do with the whole investigation keeping us busy 'round the clock."
"Thank you, Arthur." The Chief said. "And I'm sorry that this investigation has kept you so busy, but I think you know how I feel about what happened."
"I think we all understand, sir. And I'll make sure we find out who killed your wife. We've already gotten into government secrets territory to make sure it has nothing to do with her cancer research." He states
"I think we would have a much bigger issue if the government specifically sent out someone to kill her, but because that theory is popular right now with almost all cancer research scientists, It's unfortunately very possible." Chief Brevera says
"You speak like you don't get barely 2 hours of sleep from the investigation, and your stress." Arthur says. Mr. Brevera reclines his office chair and lets the setting sun from the window beat down on his forehead
"It's all just so confusing, and horrible. Every part of me aches from my exhaustion, and her absence." Mr. Brevera says
"A car crash happens fast, It's unlikely anyone knew what they were doing."
"But it's still not fair that she died and I lived, why couldn't the situation just have been flipped.."
"Don't think like that, that's not what she would have wanted."
"You have never dated anyone besides Mary and it really shows."