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Un vieux carnet de couleur marron est retrouvé au fond d'un local de concierge, son propriétaire a apparemment été tué par balle, la seule chose trouvé hormis le sang et les résidus de plombs sont ce petit carnet qui semble être la clef de toute l'histoire. Qu'est-il arrivé à son propriétaire, et où est passé le corps sans vie ?
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