"On n'est pas dans le futurisme, mais dans un drame bourgeois ou un thriller atmosphérique"
Julie Holmes has always held a seductive power over men. Her golden hair and deep blue eyes entrance admirers wherever she goes, even after she leaves London for peaceful Kent with her doting husband. But could any of these devotees have become so obsessed as to turn a knife on her?
Inspector Thanet refuses to accept this assumption. He is much more curious about the events of a foggy November evening nearly twenty years ago, when Julie was only three, and their link to the hideous nightmares she suffered in the weeks prior to her death.
Slowly, as Thanet works through his feverish thoughts, he comes upon a theory that would solve not one murder but two . . .
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