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Chapter 56Assistant US Attorney, Marcel Fauchet, took pride in his work. Of French descent, as his name clearly implied, the young Marcel had forged his way through the halls of Justice with relative ease. A brilliant student of the law, he graduated from Harvard, and passed the bar exam with flourish, one could say. Early in his career, he had demonstrated a real disgust for the criminals that paraded in front of the judges every day. He had no intention of ever becoming a defence attorney. He could not see himself condoning the actions of some of these men and women who vowed to do harm to another human being. For him, all they deserved was the guillotine. It was in such a frame of mind that he entered the visitors’ room at the remand centre. Flanked by his defence attorney, Mr. David