Mr. Ballin

Or this was all going to get much, much worse for her.

Audrey's eyes went wide and her voice began to shake as she insisted that she'd already told them everything.

But Verriere didn't let up.

He kept demanding that she just admit what she'd done until he was practically shouting at her.

And Audrey was in tears and she was repeating over and over that Patrick had been fine when she left him.

She just didn't remember all the details.

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.