Enquête a New York
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Last published Fri, Feb 12, 2016
Chapitre 1 :
Moi c'est Jack , Jack Smith, je vis a Londres et je vais passer un entretien a New York pour devenir agent de police. En ce moment je me trouve dans l'avion.
« bonjour mesdames , monsieur nous somme arriver a New York merci d'avoir choisi notre compagnie aérienne . Vous retrouvez vos bagages sur le tapis roulant de l'aéroport . »
Une femme vient vers moi.
--heu... monsieur ... vous êtes bien Jack Smith ?
--Heu... bien oui c'est moi pourquoi ?
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