title: Murder in the Rue de Paradis (Aimee Leduc Investigations, No. 8)
author:  Cara Black 
description: <b><u><u><b>Praise for <i>Murder in the Rue de Paradis</i></b></u><br /><br /></u></b>A tightly spun web worthy of a classic spy thriller . . . Leducs City of Light is a stylish, dangerous place throbbing by night to an ominous techno world beat, and Aime Leduc is a marvelous invention, a thirdgeneration Sam Spade in couture. <br /><b><i>Washington Post Book World</i></b><br /><br />Brimming with Middle Eastern intrigue that reflects the modern era.<br /><b><i>The Christian Science Monitor</i></b><i><br /></i><br />Black deftly makes the history of the city resonate . . . <i>Murder in the Rue de Paradis</i> is a page-turner, but some of its pages invite you to linger and reflect. <br /><b></b><i><b>San Francisco Gate</b><br /><br /></i>"Riveting . . . Aime Leduc, smart, spirited and sassy, takes the reader on an action-packed ride fueled by the hidden secrets of her beloved Paris."<br /><b><i>Publishers Weekly</i><u><br /><br /><br />Praise for the<i>New York Times</i>bestselling Aime Leduc series</u></b><br /><br />Charming . . . Aime is one of those blithe spirits who can walk you through the citys historical streets and byways with their eyes closed.<br /><b><i>The New York Times Book Review</i></b> <br /><br />Cara Black books are good companions. . . . Fine characters, good suspense, but, best of all, they are transcendently, seductively, irresistibly French. If you cant go, these will do fine. Or, better yet, go and bring them with you.<br /><b>Alan Furst </b><br /><br />Conveys vividly those layers of history that make the stones of Paris sing for so many of us.<i><br /><b>Chicago Tribune</b></i> <br /><br />If youve always wanted to visit Paris, skip the air fare and read Cara Black . . . instead.<br /><b>Val McDermid<br /><br /></b>The buzz is partly about her heroines hip, next-generation, cutting-edge investigations and partly about Paris, a setting of unrivaled charm.<b><br /><b><i>Houston Chronicle</i></b><br /></b><br />Compelling . . . Aime makes an engaging protagonist, vulnerable beneath her vintage chic clothing and sharp-witted exterior.<br /><b><i>Publishers Weekly</i>, Starred Review</b><br /><br /><br /><i>From the Hardcover edition.</i>
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  # At La Glorieuse
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ### M.E.M. Davis
  
  
  This page copyright © 2001 Munsey's.
  
  
  http://www.munseys.com
  
  
  MADAME RAYMONDE-ARNAUT leaned her head against the back of her garden chair,
  and watched the young people furtively from beneath her half-closed eyelids.
  "He is about to speak," she murmured under her breath; "she, at least, will be
  happy!" and her heart fluttered violently, as if it had been her own thin
  bloodless hand which Richard Keith was holding in his; her dark sunken eyes,
  instead of Félice's brown ones, which drooped beneath his tender gaze.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Marcelite, the old bonne, who stood erect and stately behind her mistress,
  permitted herself also to regard them for a moment with something like a smile
  relaxing her sombre yellow face; then she too turned her turbaned head
  discreetly in another direction.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  The plantation house at La Glorieuse is built in a shining loop of Bayou
  L'Éperon. A level grassy lawn, sh