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Nell soon wishes she hadn't. For the gendarmes escort Irene and Nell to a house of ill repute -- and worse, to a room in this maison de rendevous that more nearly resembles an abattoir than a scene for seduction. The savaged remains of two prostitutes lie scattered over the opulent room -- barely recognizable as human except for their shoes and bits of clothing. In no time at all, Irene and Nell find themselves immersed and enmeshed in a mystery the likes of which they've never seen before. Could Jack the Ripper be at large in Paris? Or was the murderer a client of the most expensive and exclusive maison? British royalty, millionaire bankers, London playwrights and the great Sherlock Holmes himself whirl around Irene and Nell as they struggle to separate fact from fiction, lies from truth and finally, trust from the gravest suspicions.
But I beg you, please, hurry up and get back to work. I need to know what happens next. Teri Smith Click
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