This was once again another good read about Aimee Leduc. This time the theme was about illegal Haitian immigrants to France, which includes people making money on getting grants to help Haiti but not doing anything to clean lead and other poisons out of drinking water. At one point the author t...
Another Aimee Leduc is suspected and must clear herself. I love the character, the setting, the descriptive detail. I am sick to death of the same old story and no personal growth. The previous book gave me hope that formula was maturing, but alas this book eliminated that feeling. I will, of...
Parisian P.I. Aimée Leduc finds herself caring for an abandoned infant while trying to track down the child’s missing motherFacing a tight deadline on a computer security contract, Aimée responds to a telephone call from a stranger that leads her to an abandoned infant in a courtyard on the Ile S...
I discovered this excellent mystery on Goodreads. This is author Cara Black's first novel and she got off to a rousing good start. It is November of 1993 in Paris when private detective Aimee Leduc is stopped by a rabbi who asks her to decipher a 50-year old encrypted photograph and take the resu...
When Parisian private investigator Aimée Leduc picks up the phone one hot July afternoon, the call turns her life upside down. The voice on the other end, with its heavy German accent, belongs to a woman named Jutta Hald. Jutta claims to have shared a jail cell with Aimée’s long-lost mother, a su...
Parisian P.I. Aimée Leduc finds herself involved with a secretive North African radical group the French government would rather she didn’t investigateParisian P.I. Aimée Leduc finds herself involved with a secretive North African radical group the French government would rather she didn’t invest...
I didn't like this 6th book in Cara Black's Aimee Leduc series as well as the ones that came before but still enjoyed reading it.Private detective Aimee Leduc attends a retirement party for a flic (cop) who used to work with her father when he was on the Paris force. Her good friend Laure who she...
"Spirited Aimee Leduc, a private investigator based in Paris, has been introduced to the Cao Dai temple by her partner, Rene, who urges her to learn to meditate as a counterbalance to her frenetic lifestyle. There a Vietnamese nun asks her, as a favor, to pick up a package across town in the Clic...
Parisian P.I. Aimée Leduc is head-over-heels when a former boyfriend, an investigative journalist, reappears and proposes—but his professional past has caught up with him, and now Aimée must figure out who would want him deadAimée Leduc seems to be having a streak of good luck. First, she secures...
Aimée kicked the matted lime-tree blossoms littering Boulevard du Montparnasse’s zebra crosswalk. Not there forty-eight hours and René had gone Zeelakon Vallaaaay all the way. She hit dial back. No connection. Just when she needed to talk to someone, throw ideas back and forth like they always ha...
Philbert stood watch outside the forge at the windswept crossroads; the hot shoeing of Gaubert’s horse would serve as a cover if the Germans came to enforce curfew. Gaubert’s nerves were frayed; the Germans controlled all of France now—even if eighty-six-year-old Maréchal Pétain, hero of WWI, rem...
AIMÉE FELT THE cold jelly lubricant on her stomach, the rolling scope pressing on her pelvis. Near the bed, the sonogram machine made bleeping noises. What if something was wrong? “Voilà,” said Dr. Weil, a grinning, grey-haired woman. “Now you can see your baby.” Aimée turned her head, following ...
Why couldn’t he feel numb? Numb like the victims’ families he’d broken the same news to countless times, more times than he liked to remember. And he remembered every one. Their shocked faces: “… but it can’t be”; then his words sinking in. The collapse into tears. Why didn’t he even feel anger, ...
NICU FELT SOMEONE shaking his shoulder, pulling him from his nightmare. He blinked awake, sitting up on the hard bench in Hôpital Laennec’s chapel. Before him stood a white-coated hospital attendant and a blue-uniformed flic. “Nicu Constantin?” He nodded. Rubbed his eyes. “You found Maman?” “We’d...
“BONJOUR.” AIMÉE SMILED at the stocky man puffing on a hookah in the reception cubicle in the hotel around the corner from the luggage store. “You’re Aram?” He nodded and inhaled, the water bubbling. He exhaled a long plume of smoke, scrutinizing her with his close-set brown eyes through the haze...
said the man in the T-shirt to René.René, wiping his damp forehead with a handkerchief, noticed the man’s stringy hair and the ASK ME ABOUT THE BERLIOZ OPERA button on his sleeve.Hard sunlight beamed down from the soot-laced skylight. Men hammered and saws whined in the background of the newspape...