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Private investigator Aimee Leduc is coming home from a long day's work when she is accosted by an acquaintance who once did her a big favour. Suzanne Lesage is an agent on an elite counterterrorism squad who has been working undercover in the former Yugoslavia, hunting down war criminals. Now Suzanne is back in Paris and is convinced she's being stalked by a Serbian warlord responsible for hundreds of murders - a man who's meant to be dead. Her boss thinks she's just suffering PTSD but Suzanne begs Aimee to investigate - is it possible this dangerous man is in Paris with a blood vendetta?
Author Notes
Cara Black was born in Chicago, Illinois on November 14, 1951. She was educated at Cañada College in California, Sophia University in Yotsuya, Tokyo in Japan, and finished her degree at San Francisco State University with a BA and an MA in education. She has worked as a preschool teacher and as director of a preschool.
Black is a bestselling American mystery writer. She is best known for her Aimée Léduc mystery novels featuring a female Paris-based private investigator. (Bowker Author Biography)
Reviews (5)
Publisher's Weekly Review
Set in the sizzling summer of 1999, Black's twisty 17th Aimée Leduc investigation (after 2016's Murder on the Quai) finds the Parisian PI doing a job for the École des Beaux-Arts, the kind of computer security work that pays the bills for her agency, Leduc Detective. Then old acquaintance and counterterrorism operative Suzanne Lesage asks Aimée to find a Serbian warlord, who was presumed dead but who, Suzanne insists, is alive and following her. This case presents the kind of danger that Aimée hoped she left behind with the birth of her daughter, Chloé, eight months before, but she agrees to help. Meanwhile, she's wracked with guilt after a shooter seriously wounds her godfather, Morbier, and she doesn't completely trust Chloé's biological father, Malec, who has turned up, seeking to spend time with the baby. Black juggles numerous plot lines with panache and brings to life the charm and grit of Paris. A few nods to old-fashioned capers (Aimée keeps a whole wardrobe of disguises) enhance a mystery as sharp as Aimée's designer stiletto heels. Agent: Katherine Fausset, Curtis Brown. (June) © Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.
Kirkus Review
A job at the cole des Beaux-Arts and a search for a Serbian lowlife combine to lead Aime Leduc (Murder on the Quai, 2016, etc.) through the upscale part of Paris' Left Bank.With Leduc Detectives in a temporary office in the former 17th-century cloister now housing the famed art school, it seems natural enough for directrice Sybille to hire Aime to investigate a case involving one of its professors even though Jules Dechard won't tell Aime what the case is about. All he'll divulge is that he wants a list of all email sent to and from a particular address. Since her partner, Ren Friant, is a computer whiz, email snooping is child's play for Aime. So she has enough time to also help her old friend Suzanne Lesage, a former member of an elite counterterrorism squad. Suzanne's convinced she's seen Mirko Vladi?, a sadistic murderer blown up in Serbia, alive and well in Paris. The tabac where Suzanne spotted Mirko is right behind the Saint-Sulpice Mtro stop, so Aime can check it out easily on her way from the office. But none of the Balkan migrs who frequent the shop has seen Mirko. A lull in both her cases doesn't mean a respite for Aime, though. Like a bad centime, Melac, the father of her baby, is back, and Aime can't decide whether all the free babyproofing in the world is worth the heartache Chlo's sexy, married dad may bring. Black's detective is hitting her post-pregnancy stride, bringing up bb while battling the bad guys with the best of them. Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.
Booklist Review
It will come as no surprise to readers of Black's Aimée Leduc series to learn that the Parisian PI is in way over her head this time. Her straightforward computer-security job at an art school just got complicated by the blackmailing of one of the professors; Aimée's friend Suzanne, of the Brigade Criminelle, has spotted a Serbian war criminal who was supposed to be dead and now she needs Aimée's help to track him down. And that's just the work stuff. There's also the matter of Beloit, Aimée's new boyfriend/babysitter, and the reappearance of her old beau, also the father of Aimée's child, Chloe. And let's not forget Aimée's godfather, Morbier, in the hospital and near death, asking to speak with his estranged goddaugher. Oh, and Aimée's pink scooter has been behaving poorly, making it all the harder to crash around town at the usual breakneck pace. It's a familiar setup, of course, but this is one series whose primary appeal is its absolute predictability. Keep crashing, Aimée, just like you always have. The view of Paris from the back of your scooter couldn't be better.--Ott, Bill Copyright 2017 Booklist
New York Review of Books Review
HONOR-BASED VIOLENCE - which covers everything from beatings and kidnapping to mutilation and murder - is a scourge in Britain, where the Crown Prosecution Service estimates that the 12 or so honor killings reported each year are only a fraction of the true number committed in Muslim, Sikh and Hindu communities. In LOVE LIKE BLOOD (Atlantic Monthly, $26), Mark Billingham puts human faces on one such case, telling the story of Amaya and Kamai, two Bangladeshi teenagers who run away together to avoid arranged marriages. They make it as far as the London Underground, and the rest is pure savagery. "There isn't an ounce of anything like nobility in what these people do," Detective Inspector Nicola Tanner hotly informs her colleague Tom Thorne. "It's murder, pure and simple, pretending to be something else." Although "dishonored" male relatives are prime suspects in most cases of punitive violence, squeamish families often prefer to shop the job to a middleman with access to professional hit men - thugs like Muldoon and Riaz, who collaborate efficiently but whose cultural clashes can be morbidly funny. (Riaz enjoys Bollywood movies, while Muldoon is amused by these musical fantasies about forlorn lovers. "In a film or whatever, you get to sing about it," he observes, "but in real life you get the likes of us turning up.") Billingham allows his plot to wander down some pretty dark alleys. A friend of Amaya's is gang-raped, considered appropriate retribution for talking to the police. And it's disconcerting to learn that in Pakistan some honor killings can be forgiven by the victim's family, with no punishment for the murderers. But Billingham saves his real animus for the Metropolitan Police's Honor Crimes Unit, which receives 3,000 incident reports a year but doesn't have a website - or even a sign on the door. "There's a Royal Protection Unit and a Marine Unit and a big, hairy Dog Support Unit," Thorne notes, but nothing about an Honor Crimes Unit. "It's as if it doesn't officially exist." Which is what the victims assumed all along. DETECTIVE MANON BRADSHAW was endearingly klutzy in last year's "Missing, Presumed," by Susie Steiner. Since she's five months pregnant in persons unknown (Random House, $27), she's even more ungainly, but still endearing, in a novel that's nominally a mystery but is actually a smart and funny rumination on motherhood. Manon has returned to Cambridgeshire with her adopted 12-year-old son, Fly, to protect him from the indignities of growing up black in London. The irony is that the boy becomes a major suspect in the murder of a London banker who turns out to be the ex-husband of Manon's sister, Ellie, and the father of her 3-year-old son. Although the plot - involving the sleaze merchants of an international prostitution ring - is a mess, the racial theme cuts deep enough to hurt, and the characters are distinctive. Secondary players like Detective Sergeant Davy Walker, who lives to help others, and Birdie Fielding, a prize specimen of the Beatles' lonely people, are sweethearts. But since Steiner seems to judge all her characters on the strength of their mothering instincts, the Latvian gangsters don't get any love. MARGARET maron is one of those authors whose devoted fans would follow them anywhere. Now that she has retired her wonderful Deborah Knott series set in North Carolina, readers must head for New York City, the setting of TAKE OUT (Grand Central, $27), the final mystery in another series, which features Sigrid Harald. Lieutenant Harald's policing may seem old-fashioned, but that's because the novel's action takes place in the 1990s. When two homeless men are found dead on a bench, the detective learns they were poisoned by some takeout food. But this part of Greenwich Village is very neighborly and the locals, who include the widow of a mafia don and a former opera star, were always bringing them home-cooked meals. Which one was meant to die? And who delivered the lethal lasagna? Sigrid has a coolly analytic mind; it's sad to think we're watching her puzzle out her last case. aside from mounting surveillance with a nanny cam, will having an 8-month-old bébe cramp Aimée Leduc's ineffable style? The modish heroine of MURDER IN SAINT-GERMAIN (Soho Crime, $27.95) and other delicious Parisian mysteries by Cara Black must juggle motherhood with finding a nasty blackmailer, overseeing computer security at the École des Beaux-Arts and hunting down a Serbian warlord. This is Black's 17th Leduc novel, each set in a different neighborhood, and the formula still charms. Although the business of the warlord is a lot more interesting than Aimée's bread-and-butter cyber security jobs, finding a babysitter in July and August, when "toute Paris had disappeared," is even more challenging. The criminal elements of the story aren't taxing, but the abiding pleasure of this series is the chance to ride with a cabdriver who wants to discuss Sartre or just tearing around Paris on Aimée's pink Vespa, making stops at the Jardín du Luxembourg and the île Saint-Louis, where Aimée has an apartment. Lucky girl. ? Marilyn STASIO has covered crime fiction for the Book Review since 1988. Her column appears twice a month.
Library Journal Review
In her 17th outing, Parisian PI detective -Aimée Leduc has two cases: a secretive job for a professor, and a dangerous investigation into the reappearance of a war criminal who should be dead. Could his return be linked to the murders of members of an elite counter-terrorism squad? At the same time, Leduc juggles caring for her baby between jobs. [See Prepub Alert, 1/4/17.]-LH © Copyright 2017. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.