Facing a tight deadline on a computer security contract, Aimee responds to a telephone call from a stranger that leads her to an abandoned infant in a courtyard on the Ile St-Louis. She brings the baby home with her, calls her Stella, and awaits contact from the mother. But days pass, and no one reclaims the infant.Meanwhile, a group of environmental protesters is trying to stop the government from entering into a contract with an oil company notorious for pollution. As Aimee attempts to identify the baby's mother, two murders and an abortive bombing involving the protesters lead her - and little Stella - into danger.On the run in the sewers beneath the Seine, Aimee finally finds the woman she has been looking for, only to discover that the man she has fallen in love with is not who she thought he was.
Parisian P.I. Aimée Leduc finds herself caring for an abandoned infant while trying to track down the child’s missing mother Aimée Leduc is on a tight work deadline when an anonymous call leads her to an abandoned infant in her building ...
seventeen books in the New York Times bestselling Aimée Leduc series: Murder in the Marais, Murder in Belleville, Murder in the Sentier, Murder in the Bastille, Murder in Clichy, Murder in Montmartre, Murder on the Ile St-Louis, ...
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Meet Aimée Leduc, the smart, stylish Parisian private investigator, in her bestselling first investigation Aimée Leduc has always sworn she would stick to tech investigation--no criminal cases for her.
Paris Soir had taken to calling the killer of these women “Jack” after the English murderer of prostitutes. ... not talking about the sudden death in the rue des Ciseaux was the office of the Transatlantic Review on the Île St-Louis.
Once, the Queen had petted the dog and praised it in Spanish. 'After all, she is a Spaniel!' she had said afterward in French, in a rare show of wit. No higher accolade existed for the Duchesse, who was beside herself at this mark of ...
Maybe he was right. But marketing and selling ideas, concepts built on air with the expectation of profits overnight—or so the dot.com hype went—made her wary. “Let's talk tomorrow,” she said. Reaching Ile St. Louis, she pointed to ...
I went to his apartment – not that awful mausoleum of his family's on the Ile St-Louis, but a most charming pied-à-terre I rented for him on the Rue St-Honoré ... Here, let me help you with that, my beautiful one .
At her local café-tabac on Ile St. Louis, she picked up a copy of Le Monde. Then around the corner from her apartment, she stopped at the butchers'. Jules, in a blood-stained white apron, greeted her with a knowing smile.
“Ile St. Louis, Quai d'Anjou,” she said. “My apartment.” He gunned the engine and shot toward Boulevard de Sébastopol. She didn't know how else to say it. “I'm sorry, but your father was shot with a large-caliber gun, not the one you ...