My last visitor in the series Letters from Elsewhere, at least for the time being, is also a first. He is the first character to return. He must have enjoyed it here, while all the others… no, let’s not go there!
Gendarme Jacques Forêt first appeared in October, when he shared excerpts from three letters he wrote to his father in Paris. Now he’s come to share three more excerpts from letters to his father.
How’s maman? Again, you didn’t say much in your last letter papa and I’m worried. I realise how difficult it must be for you, but I just need to know that she’s all right.
Tell Francis that I send my best wishes for his new job. It can’t be easy for him to be starting work again after such a long period of redundancy. I’m sure Thérèse will be relieved. When I was home at Christmas I thought she looked very tired and drawn. And when you write back, papa, don’t forget to let me have all the news about those nephews of mine.
…you’re right; the job’s not going so well. Fournier is a difficult man to please and we don’t see police work in quite the same way. I’m beginning to wonder whether leaving Paris for the rural gendarmerie was the right decision. But then, I think about the easy pace of life down here, the more regular hours and I realise that perhaps it is not so bad after all. And, of course I have what I could call my own ‘patch’. The villagers have accepted me, I think and I seem to be the first person they come to these days, so that’s a good outcome.
…yes I’m travelling up to Paris on the 9th and I will be with you and maman for the whole of Easter. I’m looking forward to it and I’d be happy to take the boys wherever they want to go. It will be good to catch up with them and Thérèse as well. Perhaps, whilst I’m there, you and I can take a look at the laptop that I brought you last year. Keeping in touch would be so much easier, papa, if you would just use the computer.
You ask about Beth…well, there’s nothing much to say. I haven’t heard from her recently. I’ve thought about phoning her…but now I’m not so sure that she will want to hear from me. If she comes back to Messandrierre, she comes back. I’m no longer certain that she will. At the moment I’m concentrating on my work…
Your only son,
Sacrificing his job in investigation following a shooting in Paris, Jacques Forêt has only a matter of weeks to solve a series of mysterious disappearances as a rural gendarme. Will he find the perpetrators before his lover Beth becomes a victim?
But, as the number of missing rises, his difficult and hectoring boss puts obstacles in his way. Steely and determined Jacques won’t give up and, when a new Investigating Magistrate is appointed, he becomes the go-to local policeman for all the work on the case.
About Angela Wren
Having completed a twenty-year career as a Project and Business Change Manager, Angela now works as an Actor and Director at Doncaster Little Theatre and has been writing, in a serious way, for about 5 years. Her work in project management has always involved drafting, so writing, in its various forms, has been a significant feature throughout her adult life.
She enjoys the challenge of plotting and planning different genres of work. Her short stories vary between contemporary romance, memoir, mystery and historical. She also writes comic flash-fiction and has drafted two one-act plays that have been recorded for local radio. The majority of her stories are set in France where she likes to spend as much time as possible each year.
Where is this blog going next? Watch out for the next post, which will appear on this very blog as soon as I’ve worked out the answer to that question.
3 replies on “Letters from Elsewhere: Jacques Forêt”
Thank you so much for allowing Jacques to visit your blog again, Miriam. He said it was an honour to be the only person to be invited back. We both hope your regular readers enjoy his musings.
Thank you for bringing him again, Angela. I’m delighted he was able to come, especially as I see he has a lot going on in both his professional and his private lives.
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