None of it makes any sense. A savage attack in the city's most elegant neighbourhood. A Sorbonne professor dating a hedge fund manager. A state-backed bank conspiring to promote false arrests. A serial seductress who'll lie about everything, but not about love. A millionaire trader who sleeps in flea-ridden hotels. A woman in a haute couture dress who'd rather have an eighteenth-century book than a Cartier bracelet. A murder suspect given to speculating about his own guilt. Franck Guerin of the Brigade Criminelle has a dead woman on his hands, slain minutes after she walked out on her lover. And a nagging suspicion that he'll never solve the crime until he learns to read the hearts of those whose lives touched hers. Which is a lot to ask of a man who has a hard job deciphering his own. The fourth Franck Guerin novel from David Barrie demonstrates once more the author's mastery of noir chic.