I started with Pietr the Latvian (how could I resist that title after my trips to the Baltic this spring), and after all the frothy beer and ham sandwiches, I’m eyeing The Carter of La Providence next:
She had been wearing only a beige silk dress and white buckskin shoes designed more for the beach than for city streets. The dress was creased, but there was no trace of mud on it. Only the toe of the left shoe was wet when she was found. “Between thirty-eight or forty,” the doctor had said after he’d examined the body.