A Los Angeles Times National Bestseller A BBC Best Summer Read of 2017 A Kirkus Reviews Best Book of 2017 A Huffington Post Best Mystery of 2017 Paris, July 1999: Private investigator Aimée Leduc is walking through Saint-Germain when she is accosted by Suzanne Lesage, a Brigade Criminelle agent on an elite counterterrorism squad. Suzanne has just returned from the former Yugoslavia, where she was hunting down dangerous war criminals for the Hague. Back in Paris, Suzanne is convinced she’s being stalked by a ghost--a Serbian warlord her team took down. She’s suffering from PTSD and her boss thinks she’s imagining things. She begs Aimée to investigate--is it possible Mirko Vladić could be alive and in Paris with a blood vendetta? Aimée is already working on a huge case; plus, she’s got an eight-month-old baby to take care of. But she can’t say no to Suzanne, whom she owes a big favor. Aimée chases the few leads she has, and all evidence confirms Mirko Vladić is dead. It seems that Suzanne is in fact paranoid, perhaps losing her mind--until Suzanne’s team begins to die in a series of strange, tragic accidents. Are these just coincidences? Or are things not what they seem?

A Los Angeles Times National Bestseller
A BBC Best Summer Read of 2017
A Kirkus Reviews Best Book of 2017
A Huffington Post Best Mystery of 2017**

Praise for Murder in Saint-Germain**

"The abiding pleasure of this series is the chance to ride with a cabdriver who wants to discuss Sartre or just tearing around Paris on Aimée’s pink Vespa, making stops at the Jardin du Luxembourg and the Île Saint-Louis, where Aimée has an apartment. Lucky girl."
***—Marilyn Stasio, The New York Times Book Review*

"An atmospheric thriller with a savvy take on international arms dealing."
***—Jane Ciabattari, BBC's Between the Lines*

"The pace is, as ever, lickety-split, the sleuthing complex and the small pauses to savour Saint-Germain’s glories delightfully educational." 
***—The Toronto Star** *

"Black's detective is hitting her post-pregnancy stride, bringing up bébé while battling the bad guys with the best of them."
*****—**Kirkus Reviews

**Praise for the Aimée Leduc investigations **

"As always, with airfares so high, Black offers armchair travelers a whirlwind trip through the City of Light."
**—USA Today
 
“Quintessential summer reading."
*—The Boston Globe
 
"Smashing and suspenseful."
—The BBC's Between the Lines*

"If you’re looking for a page-turner crime novel that takes you through the ins and outs of Paris, Black has enough material to keep a reader busy for quite a while."
***—San Francisco Chronicle***

"A gripping plot...[Black] is good at providing the reader with some real suspense."
**—Bookgasm**

"Transcendently, seductively, irresistibly French."
**—Alan Furst

** "A winning mystery, as stylish and sexy as the city Cara Black knows so well."
**—George Pelecanos

** "Wry, complex, sophisticated, intensely Parisian . . . One of the very best heroines in crime fiction today."
**—Lee Child**

"So authentic you can practically smell the fresh baguettes and coffee."
**—Val McDermid**

“[Cara Black] is on to a good thing: each of her novels is set in a colorful Parisian neighborhood—and there are a lot of them. The cumulative result of reading this addictive series is a sort of mini-tour of the city, as seen through a filter of fictional murder . . . Leduc is always a reliable and charming guide to the city's lesser-known corners.”
**—The Seattle Times**

"Similar to Donna Leon in her terrific Venice series featuring Commissario Guido Brunetti, Cara Black imbues her fiction with moral and social issues impacting modern-day Europe."
**—Bookreporter.com**

Autorentext

Cara Black is the author of eighteen books in the New York Times bestselling Aimée Leduc series. She has received multiple nominations for the Anthony and Macavity Awards, and her books have been translated into German, Norwegian, Japanese, French, Spanish, Italian, and Hebrew. She lives in San Francisco with her husband and son and visits Paris frequently.

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A Los Angeles Times National Bestseller
A BBC Best Summer Read of 2017
A Kirkus Reviews Best Book of 2017
A Huffington Post Best Mystery of 2017

Paris, July 1999: Private investigator Aimée Leduc is walking through Saint-Germain when she is accosted by Suzanne Lesage, a Brigade Criminelle agent on an elite counterterrorism squad. Suzanne has just returned from the former Yugoslavia, where she was hunting down dangerous war criminals for the Hague. Back in Paris, Suzanne is convinced she's being stalked by a ghost-a Serbian warlord her team took down. She's suffering from PTSD and her boss thinks she's imagining things. She begs Aimée to investigate-is it possible Mirko Vladic could be alive and in Paris with a blood vendetta?

Aimée is already working on a huge case; plus, she's got an eight-month-old baby to take care of. But she can't say no to Suzanne, whom she owes a big favor. Aimée chases the few leads she has, and all evidence confirms Mirko Vladic is dead. It seems that Suzanne is in fact paranoid, perhaps losing her mind-until Suzanne's team begins to die in a series of strange, tragic accidents. Are these just coincidences? Or are things not what they seem?

Leseprobe
Paris, Jardin du Luxembourg · July 1999
Tuesday, Early Morning
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The beekeeper rolled up his goatskin gloves, worried that the previous day’s thunderstorm, which had closed the Jardin du Luxembourg, had disturbed his sweet bees. He needed to prepare them for pollinating the garden’s apple trees, acacias, and chestnuts that week. Under the birdsong he could already make out the low buzz coming from the gazebo that sheltered their wooden hives. As he approached, he passed gardeners piling scattered plane-tree branches, their boots sucking in the mud.
     What a mess. On top of the cleanup, he had a beekeeping class to teach here this afternoon. The buzzing mounted—had a hive been knocked over in the wind? As he adjusted his netted headgear, he felt a lump, something squishing under his boot.
     Pale, mud-splattered fingers—a hand. Good God, he’d stepped on a human hand protruding from the hedge surrounding the apiary. Horrified, he stepped back, pushed the dripping branches of the bushes aside. He gasped to see a woman sprawled in a sundress. One hand clutched her swollen throat; buzzing bees, like black-gold jewels, covered most of her body.
     Even before he shouted to the gardeners for help, he knew it was too late.
 

Paris · Tuesday Morning
Aimée Leduc’s bare legs wrapped around Benoît’s spine as his tongue traced her ear. His warm skin and musk scent enveloped her. Delicious. Early morning sunlight pooled on her herringbone wood floor.
     She didn’t want him to stop. A sniffling cry came over the baby monitor. Non. The cry grew louder.
      “Yours or mine?” Benoît sighed.
     She’d know her daughter Chloé’s cry anywhere; these were the cries of Benoît’s niece, Gabrielle. “Yours.”
     One of the phones on the floor beeped. He looked at her again.
      “Mine,” sa…