Used book – Un lieu incertain, Fred Vargas

"She is really strong, very strong, that's what you tell yourself from the second chapter of *Un lieu incertain*, Fred Vargas's eleventh detective novel." Libération

" –; 'Alright,' said Clyde-Fox, putting his shoes back on. 'Nasty business. Do your job, Radstock, go and see about it. It's a pile of old shoes on the pavement. Prepare your soul. There are about twenty of them, you can't miss them.'

–; 'It's not my job, Clyde-Fox.'

–; 'Of course it is. They're neatly lined up, toes pointing towards the cemetery. I'm obviously talking about the old main gate.'

–; 'The old cemetery is guarded at night. Closed to men and to men's shoes.'

–; 'Well, they want to get in anyway, and their whole attitude is very unpleasant. Go look at them, do your job.'

–; 'Clyde-Fox, I don't give a damn if your old shoes want to get in there.'

–; 'You're wrong, Radstock. Because there are feet inside them.'

There was a silence, an unpleasant shockwave. A small moan escaped from Estalère's throat, Danglard crossed his arms. Adamsberg stopped walking and looked up. "