Robert Martin is no longer a police officer but he takes care of the outfit. He slipped an all-white shirt with a stand-up collar under a fine black wool vest. There are no colors in this office, except in the luminous Tibetan painting hanging behind him, and in his eyes – clear, tending to verdigris. The chief of staff always wore his glasses, at the general direction of the national police. Today, he removes them to see better, or rather better feel, his patients. His business cards, placed in front of him, indicate his status as a “magnetizer”.
As if to apologize for his broad build, Robert Martin tucks his head a little into his shoulders. Notoriety “is the beginning of trouble,” he thinks. He hesitated for ten years before accepting the publisher Tigrane Hadengue's offer to write his autobiography. “Healing cop, serving and caring” has finally been published (Mama éditions, 192 pages, 19.95 euros). “I hope I don’t disappoint. » The man, accustomed to capturing others, has rarely taken the opposite step of opening up. The messages, however, jostle under his white hair. “I would like people to listen a little more to their little inner voice,” he slips. “Help change the image of the police. » And also, “tell them that just because you have a difficult start in life doesn’t mean the rest will be the same…”