A #1 bestselling author in France, Fred Vargas repeatedly captivates her many admirers across the globe with suspenseful mysteries featuring Commissaire Jean-Baptiste Adamsberg, ?a Gallic cousin to Ruth Rendell?s Chief Inspector Wexford? (The Washington Post). In the same way that Donna Leon?s Commissario Brunetti and Andrea Camilleri?s Inspector Montalbano have won countless fans on this side of the Atlantic due to Penguin?s robust commitment to the best international mystery writing, Vargas?s Commissaire Adamsberg is poised to conquer America in a series of novels that are ?truly original . . . like nothing else in contemporary fiction? (The Sunday Times, London), beginning with Wash This Blood Clean from My Hand.
A chilling new mystery from France?s #1 bestselling writer
Twice awarded the International Dagger by the Crime Writers? Association, Fred Vargas has earned a reputation in Europe as a mystery author of the first order. In This Night?s Foul Work, the intuitive Commissaire Adamsberg teams up with Dr. Ariane, a pathologist with whom he crossed paths twenty years ago, to unravel a beguiling mystery that begins with the discovery of two bodies in Paris?s Porte de la Chapelle. Adamsberg believes it may be the work of a killer with split personalities, who is choosing his or her victims very carefully. As other murders begin to surface, Adamsberg must move quickly in order to stop the ?Angel of Death? from killing again. Intricately plotted and featuring Vargas?s wry humor, This Night?s Foul Work will keep readers guessing up to the final page.
The debut mystery in the internationally bestselling Commissaire Adamsberg series-now available for the first time in the United States
Fred Vargas 's Commissaire Adamsberg mysteries are a sensation in France, consistently praised for their intelligence, wit, and macabre imagination. This first novel in the series introduces the unorthodox detective Commissaire Adamsberg-one of the most engaging characters in contemporary crime fiction.
When blue chalk circles begin to appear on the pavement in neighborhoods around Paris, Adamsberg is alone in thinking that they are far from amusing. As he studies each new circle and the increasingly bizarre objects they contain-empty beer cans, four trombones, a pigeon's foot, a doll's head-he senses the cruelty that lies within whoever is responsible. And when a circle is discovered with decidedly less banal contents-a woman with her throat slashed-Adamsberg knows that this is just the beginning.