"Would you like a chocolate, mad-ame?" asked the elegant Oriental as the overnight express to St.-Gervais in the French Alps pulled out of Paris' Gare de Lyon. Even though she should have been careful—after all, she and the stranger were alone in the compartment —Mme. Huguette Munck accepted a bonbon. It tasted bitter.
The bonbon was doped, of course. As Mme. Munck, wife of a gendarme, later told police, "after a while I became sleepy." Across the compartment Truoc Nguyen Huu, a well-to-do Vietnamese businessman who had spent half of his 45 years in France, removed his shoes and socks. "When I...
To continue reading:
or
Log-In
