Che Monday, May 5 would be an almost normal morning, in the small village of Trémolat, without comings and goings of the gendarmerie investigators and many journalists. Since the murder of Karen Carter, a 65 -year -old Briton, Tuesday April 29, the French and British media have been heading this little chic district, away from the town.
Across the Channel, all newspapers are on the case. Some of their editors and photographers have been staying in this corner of Dordogne for several days to investigate. “It’s weird not to see police around the house,” said one of them, visibly disappointed, looking at the victim’s house.
The only testimony of the tragedy, the yellow ribbon of the gendarmerie which barks access to the house. In the aisle, there is clearly what remains of an important puddle of blood. “It must have been violent,” risks a neighbor. According to the Bergerac prosecution, Karen Carter, stabbed, presented five deep lesions.
On Monday, the French and British media were siege the small house where the drama was established.
Thomas Jonckeau
“A funny story”
In the village, those who knew the victim are careful of any comments. The associative coffee where she was a volunteer displays a closed door “for an indefinite period”. At the town hall, the watchword is “no comments”, not even from the mayor, Éric Chassagne.
Tributes are more online, on Facebook pages. In particular that of the queens of football, this team of footballers over fifty, to which Karen Carter belonged. They had just played a tournament in South Africa, where the victim’s husband lived. A tournament that had been covered by several French media.
“It’s a shame, there was a great dynamic with this team. We had never seen our Calès stadium on television so much, “said a resident of this neighboring town, where the team was training. “When I learned the news, I fell from the clouds!” Here everyone wonders what could have happened. “It’s still a funny story,” said a neighbor.
“Leave us in peace”
On the other side of the town, another house attracts the attention of journalists, that of the man who discovered the victim. A volunteer from the Associative Bar Café Village, where many of the Queen of Football queens had met and where Karen Carter was very invested. He was the first heard by the investigators since he would have presented himself at the victim’s home ten minutes after the latter, after an evening spent with friends, in the town.
It is found at home, behind the portal of a pretty Périgord house, but the man refuses any comment. “We have already seen far too many journalists and everyone, we answer them the same thing, ” Let us in peace, please ”. »»
Souvenir of “butcher”
In Trémolat, the oldest remember the filming of a film to which the murder of this sixty -something wink. In 1969, the director Claude Chabrol turned “Le Boucher” there, with Jean Yanne and Stéphane Audran, where an alumnus from Indochina and Algeria who took over the family butcher’s bite, stabbing women by taste of blood.
