Mr. Ballin

And finally, Verriere backed off.

He'd run countless interrogations throughout his career, and his gut was starting to tell him that Audrey's fragility was not really an act here.

He'd pushed her as hard as he could, and he had to admit that

Maybe she was just telling the truth.

A little while later, after Audrey was gone, Verriere sat alone inside the interrogation room, thinking about the case.

He hadn't managed to rule out any suspects yet, and he still had no idea who that mysterious man in the tunnel might be.

And on top of all that, there was still the possibility that no crime had been committed here, since they had no body.

I mean, who knows what really happened to Patryk at this point?

And Verriere knew that there were just too many unknowns.

And Verrier knew that if the case was ever going to gain real traction, they needed to find Patryk, dead or alive.

Around 11 a.m.

on July 17th, so three and a half weeks after Patrick Izoard disappeared, Detective Boris Ferriere parked along the shoulder of a winding roadside in the French town of Sète.

He got out of his car, he stooped beneath a strip of yellow police tape, and he headed across the long strip of dry grass leading up to a sheer cliff wall.

A dozen yards ahead of him, barely visible in the rock face, was the dark, round opening of a cave.

A few hours earlier, a group of teenagers had shown up at the police station, seeming very frazzled, saying they had found a human body inside of that cave.

And as soon as Verriere had heard about this, he had rushed to the scene because the cave was less than a half a mile away from where Patrick's scooter had been abandoned.

And so now, Verriere turned on his flashlight and he stepped into the cave.

And as soon as he did, a forensics team fell into step right behind him.

And together, they began making their way into the darkness.

Thanks to his flashlight, Verriere could see that the walls were covered in graffiti and that there were empty bottles and other garbage everywhere.