An African proverb stated: "Everything has a purpose, except the banana which has two." Long, yet, Lola Jost, former district in Paris, prematurely to an unwanted retirement she has chosen to treat agricultural rum, believed that she could never enter the word "end" at the bottom of the record of the atrocious murder of Toussaint Kidjo. The young lieutenant of Congolese origin (or Zaire, according to the times) had been found floating between two waters, in a suburban pool, five years earlier, a tyre soaked in gasoline ignited around the neck. "Connoisseurs call it the ordeal of father Lebrun.". A technique in vogue in Haiti at the time of the tontons macoutes. A tire, gasoline, a match, and the show is served hot amateurs. "Soweto, it was the punishment for thieves and Winnie Mandela had its slogan for the release of the South Africa. In Zaire, the father Lebrun was lynching reserved for the last loyal to Mobutu.
Also, when a certain Florian Vidal, young lawyer and soul damnée of eminence of the Françafrique, the untouchable Richard Gratien, nicknamed "Mister Africa" by the Anglo-Saxon press is found with a Lebrun father around the neck in the Colombes Olympic pool (92), Lola is not the only one to make the connection with the case of Kidjo. So far, can police investigating cope remained wire entangled five years earlier Arnaud March Commissioner and his Pack - Sacha Duguin, her darling, beautiful man boxing enthusiast Thai, Sébastien Ménard, recent graduate of Sciences po trend péteux, and Emmanuelle Carle, frozen in stone of his resentment of seeing Duguin the way ahead in the heart of the boss - leave in hunting. Wholesale.

Alongside Lola Jost, who cites more than to turn Théophile of Busarque, Sun Tzu, Chekhov and Birago Diop ("breaths"), between two rounds of porto-beer, is the sculptural Ingrid Diesel, alias Gabriella Tiger, young dancer transformiste American at the Pigalle Calypso and masseuse at the crossing of desire. These "infernal pétroleuses of the canal Saint-Martin" argue as bulldozers bit anxious of the collateral damage caused in the House Poulaga.
In the face, the Françafrique clan plays its ultimate cartridges in the person of the sublime and little fierce Antonia Gratien, erased years earlier at the hands of their torturers by Norbert Gratien which she dedicated a recognition without fault. She is assisted by a silent heavyweight, mountain of couturée flesh of scars, Honoré, operator of low works by her mistress. At stake: black books chronicling the financial movements of a clearing house carefully nestled in the Liechtenstein, Eurosecurities, likely to blow up the Republic. Let's start with a former Ministers for Foreign Affairs, a certain Louis Candichard.
Opening under the feet of the investigators are as scrambled as those which would have left a band of zebus distraught by an attack on a group of lions at the end of fasting. The art of Dominique Sylvain is to brush the matter to the machetes. "Dirty war" takes place on a worthy of Kenny Clarke tempo a romanesque construction sophisticated as a Rubik's Cube. With a peppery and elegant writing. Humour is his domain. Among the pearls: "nobody knows where is the remote control zapper chaos." If. Ask Miles Davis.