We returned to Isabelle’s neighborhood. Not to resume searching her flat, there was nothing left, but to interrogate her neighbors. So we learned that Isabelle's mother had died of cancer three years ago. Some remembered Isabelle as a little girl, but after she had moved to Paris to study, they did not see her anymore. With contempt in their voices, they were telling that she did not even come to visit her mother after she had been taken ill. In addition, she didn't even attend the funeral!
Her mother always defended Isabelle, they were saying. Whenever they asked her why her daughter never came, she hurried to explain how busy she was with her studies. She was very proud of her.
At the end of her life she suffered terribly. They helped her as much as they could. Brought her some food. Tidied the flat. However, they could not take away her pain. She died in hospital.
Kate should have heard this, I thought to myself. She felt sorry for Isabelle because of her poverty.
However, we did not get the information we wanted. Nobody had seen Isabelle lately. Nobody had heard or noticed anything strange regarding her flat.
“How is it possible that two people come into a flat and stay there for a few days without being noticed by at least one neighbor? One person?” wondered Maurice.
“Oh, it is possible, believe me,” I answered. “I used to live in a block of flats and I can tell you I would not be able to tell for most of the people when they were at home or away, who they were and what they were doing. To think of it, I can only say that if I, who by profession should have known all the people, didn't, then the others know even less. That's why it comes to tragic deaths in the flats, when the corpses themselves attract the neighbor’s attention with their nauseating smell.”
After a short pause I said: “I guess they went back to Paris.”
Maurice didn't comment it.
We had already lost all the hope when finally, a man told us that he had seen something. He saw a red car with the Parish license plate drive into the third garage, which for years had not been used by anyone. That was why it drew his attention. However, he did not know whether the car drove away or was it still there.
We hurried to the town hall, looked for the office where they keep records of their citizens and their property and asked who the owner of the garage (we told the street and the number) was. After the clerk had studied my badge carefully, she told me, it was Isabelle's. We went back to unlock the garage. Of course, again in my special, illegal way. There was Isabelle's car in it. The one that was seen in many places on the motorway between Paris and St. Rémy. We searched it thoroughly, yet didn't find anything that could help us with the investigation.
A dozen questions were roaming my head. What does that mean? Were they still in St. Rémy? Where? Near? Leaving the car in the garage they must have gone somewhere on foot. However, on foot they were not able to go far. Especially if they wanted, if Isabelle wanted, to stay unnoticed. With the razor on Otrin’s neck, they couldn’t have gone a long distance without being noticed and stopped.
We searched the attic of the block of flats, we searched the cellars. Nothing! Not a small, tiny trace.
“I tell you, the Annunaki kidnapped them!”
I suppressed my anger. I was desperate. Didn't know what my next step should be. Therefore, I told myself that while waiting for something to turn up, I just might listen to the most stupid possibility in the world.
“Okay, tell me about your Annunki!”
“They are not mine. However, they were the first inhabitants of Karsag, of the first Jerusalem. Have you heard of Jetties?”
“Of course I haven’t!”
“They were giants and it has been reported that they have been seen near Himalayas and in the USA as well.”
“When?”
“Lately. Here and there.”
“Didn't these old people all die out?”
He was shocked at my remark. “God's sons don't die out!”
“They were God's sons?”
“Yes! They came to the Earth for different reasons and they left it when it wasn't interesting for them anymore. However, before they left they did everything to prevent Earth from being dangerous to them.”
“Dangerous? How could the Earth possibly be dangerous to God's sons?”
“Oh, it could! The Earthlings had all the possibilities to outdo them and consequently to subordinate them to themselves. The God's sons had to prevent this. First, they destroyed the second Moon that belonged to the Earth. By doing that, they gained more power over us, people. Destruction of the second Moon threw the Earth out of the galactic time and because of that, we were moved away from our real, original nature. Thus, we became an easier prey. Radiation was another weapon against us. In the beginning, the amount of radiation was adjusted to the weight of a man. However, Annunaki began to alter it. Either they enlarged it causing our DNA to undergo some fatal changes that led to hereditary damages or they reduced it, which caused construction of hydrogen compounds in our brain, which led to the reduction of intellect. What irritates me most,” he disgustedly exclaimed, “is that we are helping them destroying us! With our irresponsible activity we are constantly, day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute destroying our planet Earth not caring that our lives depend on it. We ourselves are sawing off the branch on which we are sitting. It's unforgivable how stupidly we are toying with nuclear energy which can, if it slips out of control, make us all freaks or kill us!”
I had to agree with his last remark at least.
Maurice continued: “And that's why they kidnapped Isabelle and Professor!”
“Because of radiation?” I asked, confused.
“No! Because they fear that Isabelle and Professor will bring the five lost chromosome helixes of our DNA back to life! That would mean an enormous threat to their existence!”
I was probably losing my mind because suddenly I remembered the stories of unexplained disappearances of some people who were not aware of having been absent for a long time and didn't have the slightest idea where they had been for days, months, years maybe! They could not remember anything. If that was true, if people were telling the truth, and I must say that their stories were convincing even for me, the sworn unbeliever, then, who knows, some aliens might really have kidnapped Isabelle and Otrin? Therefore, I decided to find out more about those Annunaki!
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