A confession fifty years in the making puts everyone's favorite Paris
détéctive très chic, Aimée Leduc, on a collision course with the
"Hand," a cabal of corrupt Parisian cops among who masterminded her
father's murder--and among whose ranks he might have once found
membership. When a friend's child is kidnapped while wearing her
daughter's hoodie, Aimée realizes that the case has crossed into the
realm of the personal in more ways than one.
A dying man drags his oxygen machine into the office of Éric Besson, a
lawyer in Paris's 13th arrondissement. The old man, an accountant, is
carrying a dilapidated notebook full of meticulous investment records.
For decades, he has been helping a cadre of dirty cops launder stolen
money. The notebook contains his full confession--he's waited 50 years
to make it, and now it can't wait another day. He is adamant that Besson
get the notebook into the hands of La Proc, Paris's chief prosecuting
attorney, so the corruption can finally be brought to light. But en
route to La Proc, Besson's courier--his assistant and nephew--is
murdered, and the notebook disappears.
Grief-stricken Éric Besson tries to hire private investigator Aimée
Leduc to find the notebook, but she is reluctant to get involved. Her
father was a cop and was murdered by the same dirty syndicate the
notebook implicates. She's not sure which she's more afraid of, the
dangerous men who would kill for the notebook or the idea that her
father's name might be among the dirty cops listed within it. Ultimately
that's the reason she must take the case, which leads her across the
Left Bank, from the Cambodian enclave of Khmer Rouge refugees to the
ancient royal tapestry factories to the modern art galleries.
