The Marseilles Mafia
The Marseilles Mafia
The Marseilles Mafia
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employers in the firm of civil service supplies had sent him on a<br />
Course.<br />
Before leaving, Malibert had signed all the relevant papers for<br />
taking over a car whose licence still bore the name of one of their<br />
friends and associates, Guirche. Bousquet had spent the previous<br />
week sorting out these various problems. Two days earlier, a<br />
telephone call from <strong>Marseilles</strong> had informed him that the goods<br />
would be delivered on the thirtieth. He had driven into the forest<br />
of St Germain in his Buick at the agreed time. A Citroen van with<br />
a Bouches-du-Rhone number plate had slipped in behind him<br />
near the Loges; then, one behind the other, the two vehicles had<br />
parked at a bend in a side-road. Glancing in his driving mirror,<br />
Bousquet had recognised jean N, a Corsican from Paris and a<br />
leading figure in the underworld, who was replacing the usual<br />
carrier, a taciturn expressionless man from <strong>Marseilles</strong>.<br />
• Within a few seconds, four big cases had been transferred from<br />
the van to the boot of the Buick. <strong>The</strong>n the driver, who had left<br />
his engine running, drove off with a brief parting gesture. <strong>The</strong><br />
Buick was back on the main road again a few minutes later,<br />
driving slowly towards Paris.<br />
Victor M, an associate of Bousquet's, had rented a lock-up<br />
garage in Boulogne where he could load the goods into the hiding<br />
places that had been arranged in the Citroen DS in privacy.<br />
Previously the operation had been carried out on M's property<br />
at Croissy-sur-Seine, where the car would remain until the day it<br />
was put onto the boat, at Le Havre. But M had left unexpectedly<br />
for the south of France and had not even gone to meet<br />
his associate as arranged.<br />
For this trip, as it happened, the suppliers had agreed to<br />
deliver a hundred kilos of heroin: two hundred transparent<br />
plastic packets containing a fine white powder. This load represented<br />
an investment of a million.francs, and the American client<br />
would be paying about a million dollars for it. Precautions had<br />
not been taken for nothing<br />
It had taken Bousquet several hours, behind the doors of the<br />
garage, to stow these packets into the various hiding places<br />
created by an inventive coach-builder: inside the front and back<br />
wings, in the seat-backs and under the front seat, and also in a<br />
recess under the petrol tank, which now held about ten litres.<br />
Jacques Bousquet left the building on Boulevard Suchet the<br />
following morning at eight, fresh-complexioned, wearing a suit<br />
of Prince of Wales check and a blue cashmere coat. He greeted<br />
the concierge with a beaming smile and stepped out onto the<br />
pavement.<br />
Suddenly he stood rooted to the spot. A Peugeot 404 was<br />
parked just where he had left the Citroen the previous even ir.g.<br />
He looked around him, went over in his mind his actions of the<br />
previous night and felt in his pocket for the distributor cap. No<br />
doubt about it: the car and its cargo had been stolen. It represented<br />
a loss of half a mill;nrd old francs (just over .1500,000).<br />
How the thieves had managed to select a car lacking the distributor<br />
cap, when there were hundreds of cars lined up along the<br />
boulevard which they could have started with a simple pair of<br />
pliers, was more than he could fathom.<br />
<strong>The</strong> moment he stepped off the Bordeaux train at the Gare<br />
d'Austerlitz Eugene Malibert imew that a disaster had occurred.<br />
Seeing his friend's drained face, his first thought was of the police<br />
and he felt himself break out in a cold sweat.<br />
`<strong>The</strong>y've pinched the car,' Bousquet murmured flatly. 'With<br />
all the stuff. From in front of my place, last night. And I'd removed<br />
the distributor cap.'<br />
He produced an ebonite cylinder from his pocket. 'I haven't<br />
told anyone. I wanted to see you first. We're going to have to<br />
cancel your trip, warn the guys in New York and try to c2te't down<br />
the fellows in <strong>Marseilles</strong>.'<br />
`If they suspect you of double-crossing them, that might be<br />
the end of you.'<br />
`And of you too, if they think we're in it together'<br />
<strong>The</strong>y left the station and took a taxi to Malibert's, in the sixteenth<br />
arrondissement. This trip was to have netted the young<br />
courier Fr. 15,000. He was counting on this sum to pay some