After a week of cold, snow and bad news this just made my weekend and to say I laughed my socks off at one point in the book would be an understatement. You'll just have to read the book to find out what I mean because I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise.
Anyway here's the review
The second in the series finds Charlie Howard full time writer and part-time thief in Paris. In his writing life he’s working on a Faulks bank heist set in Cuba, giving a reading at Paris Lights and trying to explain to his agent Victoria why he looks nothing like his author photo. In his other life he’s up to his neck in trouble.
First, there’s the job that smells just a little off but Charlie does it anyway and then there’s the decomposing dead body in his Paris apartment. Add in a fixer who has some hold over the local gendarmerie, double and triple crosses and the most unlikely gang of thieves this side of The King’s English and you’ve got the ingredients for a fast, fun, chase through the streets of Paris where Charlie may just pull of the biggest heist of his career so far.
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