A book read and reread. From the outset the author shot himself in the foot. indeed its main character, the police commander in paris, measuring 1m45. And one wonders why, if n is a very artificial method to stand out of french thrillers cops to the barn or Vargas. So it's hard to believe ay from the start, as much of that throughout the novel this physical peculiarity nal air or disturb any of intrigue interlocutors heros. Add to this the pretty woman, intelligent, tolerant, comprehensive, kind, loving etc ... and one is in full cartoon TV series. the story is classic arch without frenzy or unbearable suspense, the artifice arriving just before the end is drawn by the hair and explanations are quite vague, which is handy for the author, but will leave the reader unsatisfied. only the last page ice a little blood but it does not save the set that reads very well and very quickly. In the end a hollow printing, a novel without any relief that is lost in the mass. I do not understand this runaway whereas lemaitre, at least on this one novel (the first?), Does not even hoisted at the worst JC Grange. Needless to my avisn in the genre there is easily better.
