Exhibit 7 — Internal memorandum no. 2010-117, drugs section, 9 June 2010
Roland Vauthier is seventy-six years old and has a golden-stone house at the end of the chemin de Montray, in Sainte-Foy-lès-Lyon, with a stack of logs under a green tarpaulin that he was strapping down again when I arrived, Saturday 4 October, at eleven o'clock. He finished his knot before turning round. The people in this file all finish what they have started before they look at me.
"Have you got a card?"
"No. I'm an administrative assistant. I digitize the cold case batch."
"Then I owe you nothing."