Just as Parisian private investigator Aimée Leduc is about to leave for New York City to pursue a lead on a man who might be her brother, her fellow detective, René Friant, is wounded by a near-fatal gunshot. Aimée is distraught over René’s condition and horrified to be under suspicion for the attack; police have pegged her as the guilty party. At the same time, a large, mysterious sum appears in Leduc Detective’s bank account, and tax authorities descend upon Aimée. It seems someone is impersonating her—someone who wants revenge. But for what?
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"This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, often the surfeit of our own behaviour, we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars; as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves, thieves, and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards, liars, and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whore-master man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star!"
King Lear (Edmund) Act I, scene ii
William Shakespeare
"A beggar's book outworths a noble's blood”
Henry VIII, Act 1, Scene 1
William Shakespeare
"How well he's read, to reason against reading!"
Love's Labour's Lost, Act 1, Scene1
William Shakespeare
“Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me from mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.”
The Tempest, Act 1, Scene 2
William Shakespeare
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