Marquanteur Knows All The Tricks: France Crime Thriller

I could smell the salty scent of the sea as I leaned over the crime scene tape, trying to shield the crowd behind me. The sun was shining brightly over Marseille, but the day had taken on a dark shadow. A young man lay lifeless on the floor of a pavement café, a thin pool of blood seeping from his side and mixing with the water flowing from an overturned glass."Pierre, " François called out as he joined me and took off his sunglasses with a mild frown.
"Have you been able to find out anything yet?""Not much, " I replied, stroking my unshaven chin, lost in thought. "Witness testimony points to a shot from a moving motorcycle. A clean shot, right through the heart. The boy didn't stand a chance."