"On n'est pas dans le futurisme, mais dans un drame bourgeois ou un thriller atmosphérique"
A Thursday night in October: DI McCadden is hanging around in casualty, waiting for his partner to be fixed up after she drove them into a lamp post to avoid a child. His attention is caught by the little man with the fruit and roses, who doesn't seem to be visiting or waiting for treatment, and is more interested in who comes in than in who leaves. What's he up to?
Whatever it is, it's enough to get him beaten up in the hospital car park by a bunch of amateur vigilantes. And enough to involve McCadden in a case which ultimately leads to his discovery that the term 'kneeling at the altar' has more than one meaning.
Il n'y a pas encore de discussion sur ce livre
Soyez le premier à en lancer une !
"On n'est pas dans le futurisme, mais dans un drame bourgeois ou un thriller atmosphérique"
L'auteur se glisse en reporter discret au sein de sa propre famille pour en dresser un portrait d'une humanité forte et fragile
Au Rwanda, l'itinéraire d'une femme entre rêve d'idéal et souvenirs destructeurs
Participez et tentez votre chance pour gagner des livres !