Saint-Fiacre Affair

''The father of contemporary European detective fiction'' Ann Cleeves

Maigret savoured the sensations of his youth again: the cold, stinging eyes, frozen fingertips, an aftertaste of coffee. Then, stepping inside the church, a blast of heat, soft light; the smell of candles and incense.

The last time Maigret went home to the village of his birth was for his father''s funeral. Now an anonymous no...