Murder of Victorine: in Villefontaine, between shock and relief

After the concern of Victorine’s disappearance, the stupor at the discovery of the body and a form of relief during the suspect’s confession, life resumed its course in the Fougères district, on the heights of Villefontaine (Isère). On the Place des Fayards, where Ludovic Bertin, the man who admitted the facts, lived, journalists drag their cameras among the few residents who brave cold and rain to go to work or pick up the children from school.

Even the residents who held the walls again Wednesday evening left the scene. Only a municipal sign that relays in luminous letters a call for witnesses for information on the case and the coordinates of a psychological cell recalls the horror that has struck the hilly district in recent weeks.

In front of the bakery, a former colleague tells us that he “smoked a cigarette with Ludovic last Saturday”. According to him, the 25-year-old father “was not on his plate, had less confidence than usual”. ” He told me : I hope they will find him. But he dodged the subject a bit, ”recounts the ex-colleague.

The suspect was known to the neighborhood

A few cables downstream, near the shopping center which serves as the city center of Villefontaine, coffees continue to be served on the PMU terrace and kebabs continue to be brought to the snack tables. All the regulars of the establishments say they know Ludovic Bertin but from afar and no more than for a “hello-goodbye” when the man was walking his dog.

In Bonnefamille, a handful of kilometers from Les Fougères, Ludovic Bertin’s family protects themselves from the press behind the walls of a country house in Isère. We just saw a relative of the young man, mask and cap on his head, approaching the portal on which is affixed a sticker “Jesus is the anchor”, to put an end to the solicitations.

Same isolation on the side of the family of Victorine Dartois this Thursday evening a few minutes after the press conference of the public prosecutor who revealed that the young woman had been strangled. Sylvie Dartois, her eyes red behind her glasses, opens her door and gently lets go: “I’m looking at the rest, thank you”. Before closing.