How does Sara, a nice professional woman who loves to entertain and cook gourmet meals come to be involved in murder in one country only to have it follow her back to another country? An intercontinental intrigue that will have you laughing, sighing, and surprised by the end of it. "... my husband ... sergeant, sits in the armchair with his eyes closed and his head lolling. I never assume he's been stabbed. I assume he's having a snooze before supper." "She went on to read that, while several other avenues were being explored, the Paris police were concentrating their efforts on the victim's trip to Montreal."