Author: Susanna Crossman
That’s how it began, with a tiny thread, a line, a whisper, but when I pulled it, when I yanked on that scrap of yarn, it felt like the tapestry of the Universe unravelled.
Paris. Friday morning. Someone is knocking at the door of Prudence Delebarre, Anglo-American private detective. The Lefeuvres are the parents of punk-Lolita hairdresser, Jennifer, missing since her boyfriend’s funeral. Photographer Momo was publishing articles about affluent libertine parties. His corpse was found in the river Seine; no one knows if it was murder or suicide. Arlette Lefeuvre gives Prudence three clues: a mysterious pendant engraved with hieroglyphic symbols, a yellow plastic duck and three DVD’s.
In her search for Jennifer, Prudence travels between nightclubs in desolate suburbs, through bustling street markets and into the chic Marais. Prudence uncovers a disturbing Parisian web of children’s charities, establishment power, sordid parties and criminal sex. As relentless days collide into night, workaholic Prudence is haunted by nightmares and the soul-destroying ‘disaster’ that led to her abandoning her brilliant career as a New York cop. Recently divorced, she can’t stop questioning her decision to leave her handsome, philosopher husband, Monsieur Delebarre.
Fairweather Friends introduces an intriguing, attractive and original new heroine and voice in detective fiction.