She went into a mobile telephone store on the Boulevard Voltaire in Paris. She pretended to be interested in a new mobile phone, got the clerk's phone number, and left the store. She called him back the next day, telling him she'd like to see him. Ilan, the clerk, was trusting. He was twenty-three years old, with his whole life ahead of him. How could he have imagined that this pretty girl he was going to meet in a café at the Porte d’Orléans was a rendezvous with death?