Except for a few peasant farmers and tourists, the foothills of the Maritime Alps north of Marseille are deserted and desolate. It is not country to be stumbling about in at night. So when 32-year-old Gustave Dominici, whose farmhouse overlooks the river Durance, heard shots sometime after midnight on Aug. 5, he turned over and went back to sleep. But as soon as it was daylight Dominici took a walk along the riverbank in the direction of a car he had seen parked by the road the evening before. Beside the river he...
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