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‘The father of contemporary European detective fiction’ Ann Cleeves’Leaning on the banisters, Madame Maigret watched her husband going heavily downstairs . . . what the newspapers didn’t know was how much energy he put into trying to understand, how much he concentrated during certain investigations. It was as if he identified with the people he was hunting and suffered the same torments as they did.’A young man is found dead, clutching his tape recorder, just streets away from Maigret’s home, leading the inspector on a disturbing trail into the mind of a killer. ‘His artistry is supreme’ John Banville’One of the greatest writers of the twentieth century’ Guardian

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