Félicie

‘The father of contemporary European detective fiction’ Ann Cleeves In his mind’s eye he would see that slim figure in the striking clothes, those wide eyes the colour of forget-me-not, the pert nose and especially the hat, that giddy, crimson bonnet perched on the top of her head with a bronze-green feather shaped like a blade stuck in it . . . Félicie had given him more trouble than all the ‘hard’ men who had been put behind bars.This novel has been published in a previous translation as Maigret and the Toy Village.’Compelling, remorseless, brilliant’ John Gray’A supreme writer . . . unforgettable vividness’ Independent]]>