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Les phares \u00e9clair\u00e8rent les piliers en b\u00e9ton, l’asphalte mouill\u00e9 et la lueur vacillante de la moto. Il \u00e9tait trois heures du matin. Le vent sifflait sous le pont, comme un murmure. Il s’arr\u00eata simplement pour ajuster la cha\u00eene et v\u00e9rifier le moteur. Mais quelque part sur le c\u00f4t\u00e9, dans l’obscurit\u00e9 profonde, il per\u00e7ut un bref g\u00e9missement rauque.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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D’abord, il crut \u00e0 un \u00e9cho. Ou au cri d’un renard bless\u00e9. Mais le son revint, clair, comme si quelqu’un appelait sans esp\u00e9rer \u00eatre entendu. Il pointa sa lampe torche vers l’odeur froide et humide qui venait de derri\u00e8re lui.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Accroch\u00e9e \u00e0 une cha\u00eene attach\u00e9e \u00e0 une poutre m\u00e9tallique, une chienne \u2013 une golden retriever. Ses pattes tremblaient, ses yeux, ternes mais encore vivants, brillaient d’une faible confiance. \u00c0 proximit\u00e9 se trouvaient une gamelle d’eau et un jouet : un vieux canard en peluche auquel il manquait une demi-plume.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Il s’accroupit. Le bruit du m\u00e9tal, la respiration du chien, les gouttes tombant du pont \u2013 tout se fondait en un rythme \u00e9trangement silencieux. Un morceau de papier pli\u00e9 pendait \u00e0 son collier. \u00ab Je ne peux pas la laisser mourir en paix, s’il vous pla\u00eet, ne la laissez pas souffrir. \u00bb<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Il se figea. Son c\u0153ur se serra. Le chien respirait \u00e0 peine \u2013 son ventre \u00e9tait gonfl\u00e9 comme un poids \u00e9tranger, une tumeur s’\u00e9tirait sous sa peau. La vie semblait l’avoir quitt\u00e9e, mais sa queue remuait encore \u2013 comme pour le saluer, lui, le dernier t\u00e9moin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Il s’appr\u00eatait d\u00e9j\u00e0 \u00e0 prendre la cha\u00eene pour l’enlever lorsqu’il remarqua un second mot, coinc\u00e9 entre la lani\u00e8re et la fourrure. L’\u00e9criture d’une enfant, irr\u00e9guli\u00e8re, avec des c\u0153urs encercl\u00e9s :<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00ab S’il vous pla\u00eet, sauvez Daisy. C’est tout ce qui me reste. Papa dit qu’il est temps pour elle de partir, mais je sais que les anges roulent \u00e0 moto. Je prie pour que vous la retrouviez. Il y a 7,43 $ dans son collier \u2014 tout l’argent que la Petite Souris m’a donn\u00e9. Ne la laissez pas mourir seule.\u2014 Madison, 7 ans.\u00bb<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Il sentit quelque chose se briser en lui. L’argent tinta vraiment \u2014 de la monnaie envelopp\u00e9e dans du papier. Le monde se r\u00e9duisit \u00e0 deux respirations : la sienne et celle du chien. Tout le reste n’\u00e9tait que bruit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Il arracha la cha\u00eene, jeta sa veste sur Daisy et d\u00e9marra le moteur. Le vent lui fouettait le visage, mais cela ne fit que renforcer sa d\u00e9termination tandis qu’il fon\u00e7ait vers la clinique v\u00e9t\u00e9rinaire la plus proche. Le moteur rugissait, comme s’il \u00e9tait en pleine course contre la montre.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Le v\u00e9t\u00e9rinaire l’accueillit \u00e0 la porte. Lumi\u00e8re froide, odeur d’antiseptique, une table blanche.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00ab Des chances ?\u00bb demanda-t-il. \u00ab Si elle survit jusqu’au matin, ce sera un miracle. \u00bb<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Il resta pr\u00e8s d’elle. Assis par terre, il \u00e9coutait le goutte-\u00e0-goutte du robinet et observait la poitrine de Daisy se soulever et s’abaisser lentement sous la lampe. La nuit lui parut interminable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00c0 l’aube, la chienne ouvrit les yeux \u2013 un bref instant, pensive. Il ne sut pas si elle l’avait vu, lui ou la fillette qui avait \u00e9crit sur les anges. Mais sa queue remua de nouveau.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Il pensa \u00e0 l’enfant. \u00c0 la possibilit\u00e9 qu’elle soit quelque part, \u00e9veill\u00e9e, attendant un miracle. Il d\u00e9cida de la retrouver. Au moins, de lui rapporter la nouvelle que sa pri\u00e8re avait \u00e9t\u00e9 entendue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Deux jours plus tard, il trouva effectivement Madison. Non pas l’enfant, mais un mot d’\u00e9colier, scotch\u00e9 \u00e0 la porte d’une maison de banlieue. Le papier \u00e9tait frais. Les m\u00eames lettres, le m\u00eame trac\u00e9 au crayon. Seule la signature \u00e9tait diff\u00e9rente.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00ab Merci d’avoir sauv\u00e9 Daisy. Je savais que tu viendrais. On sera l\u00e0. \u00bb<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Il frappa. Personne ne r\u00e9pondit. La maison \u00e9tait vide. Un voisin lui avait dit que la famille \u00e9tait partie un an auparavant, apr\u00e8s la mort de leur chien.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Il se tenait sur le seuil, sentant le vent lui caresser le visage. Il se tourna vers la route. Un vieux canard empaill\u00e9 gisait sur la selle de la moto. Personne n’aurait pu le d\u00e9poser l\u00e0.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Il contempla l’horizon. L\u00e0 o\u00f9 le soleil brillait, une forme dor\u00e9e semblait bouger, comme un retriever au galop.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Il sourit. Car pour la premi\u00e8re fois, il comprit : parfois, les anges conduisent vraiment des motos.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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