A confession fifty years in the making puts everyone’s favorite Paris détéctive très chic, Aimée Leduc, on a collision course with the 'Hand,' a cabal of corrupt Parisian cops among who masterminded her father's murder.
I have looked forward to each new installment of Cara Black’s series ... I’ve read them all, and there isn’t a clinker in the lot ... Black’s milieu-driven novels could not take place anywhere other than the City of Light, and they are all the better for that.
Even after 17 books, Ms. Black has intriguing corners of Paris to reveal—from an enclave of ateliers once home to the likes of Gauguin and Rodin to a crime-ridden neighborhood where 'no one wanted to be witnessed witnessing.' And her heroine remains an unpredictable work in progress herself: a daughter faithful to the memory of a father she nonetheless fears may have collaborated with the Hand; a doting but still unmarried mother; enough of an existentialist to answer the question 'Who are you?' with, 'In the scheme of life? To be determined.'