Aimee LeDuc is drawn into the aftermath and repercussions of 1970's terrorist groups. It appears that her mother was involved in some way with the kidnapping of a French industrialist, and that her father, a policeman now dead from a terrorist bombing, was framed for the theft of the industrialist's extensive art collection.
This could be an excellent novel, but the author simply doesn't know how to make scene transitions, and isn't really very good at dialogue. Maybe she needs a good editor. The story seemed choppy and disconnected; the LeDuc character is like an unfunny and unappealing version of Kinsey Milhone. The attempts to work French expressions into the dialogue simply do not work. In short, this was an annoying novel laid atop a compelling story.
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