That scene later stayed in my mind. The waves, the waist-deep water, the families, those brothers, and the riot cops who tear-gassed everyone. Cops whose vans were stationed at that beach, in order to harass and rough up beachgoers. That environment helped me to understand something. It gave me an idea, a plan. Paul Platon, my deputy minister, could be, for instance, the cop in the waves. And the people trying to drown him, the Moulinards. Pascal would be blamed.
