“A writer as comfortable with reality as with fiction, with passion as with reason.” —John Le Carré
A forgotten crime comes to light in the heart of Parisian summer in this twisted Inspector Maigret tale
“A radiant late afternoon. The sunshine almost as thick as syrup in the quiet streets of the Left Bank . . . there are days like this, when ordinary life seems heightened, when the people walking down the street, the trams and cars all seem to exist in a fairy tale.”
A story told by a condemned man leads Maigret to a bar by the Seine and into the sleazy underside of respectable Parisian life. In the oppressive heat of summer, a forgotten crime comes to light.
