France, circa 1934 and a public prosecutor is accused of murder. Perhaps he was framed, perhaps not. A no nonsense detective is assigned the case at the request of the accused, although the two have no love for each other. Sir Walter Scott’s quote springs to mind, “Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practise to deceive!” The writing is crisp and the plot does weave a tangled web. The author does not clutter the story with foreign phrases which many writers insert to show off their linguistic abilities and which I find a distraction and certainly an impediment to reading enjoyment. I hope the ending of this book may be the start of the next in a series. Easily a five star read.