The town emerged slowly from the mist and rain, rising up a steeply-pitched volcanic slope towards a ragged summit. Clusters of soiled white and pink houses were built into the gradient, four storey high at one side, two at the other. From the foot of the hill, the road snaked its way up between them, walls and windows and balconies rising up on either side of it like cracks and ledges in the walls of a canyon.
In the fifth of the cold cases detailed by journalist Roger Raffin, in his best-seller book Assassin Caché, forensics expert Enzo MacLeod leaves his home in Cahors in the south of France, driving to the Massif Central in the department of Puy de Dôme, to solve the murder of celebrity chef, Marc Fraysse, seven years earlier, near his 3-star Michelin restaurant outside Thiers. As the end of the season approaches, (April-November), Enzo finds himself in a climate more similar to that of his native Scotland, and introduces him to the cut-throat world of tyrannical chefs, fine wines, food critics and individuals more than willing to prosper on the weaknesses of the rich and famous.
First he discusses the case with the examining officer, Gendarme Dominique Chazal, who shows Enzo the scene of the crime, before he books into the l’auberge run by victim’s widow Elisabeth and his brother, Guy, a former accountant who has amassed one of the finest wine collections in Europe.
At the north-west corner of the cellar he had a small office, and Enzo saw the light burning in it, reflecting off the rows of precious bottles that lined the floor-to-ceiling racks. His footsteps echoed back from bedrock as he made his way to the far side of the cave, a sense of culture and wealth and history pressing all around him, dark liquid gold in darker, dustier bottles.
Vaunted for his forensic skills, Enzo is courted by Guy, less so by the widow and the second chef –the protégé who took Marc Fraysse’s place. Soon Enzo discovers sibling rivalries, a not-so-secret love affair, a chef’s paranoia and interesting documents hidden on the laptop – raising more questions than answers. As always the author’s ability to transport the reader vividly to locations is unsurpassed, as revealed when Guy takes Enzo on a trip to the markets in Clermont-Ferrand.
Enzo followed Guy inside where the traders were setting out fresh produce straight from the surrounding farms of the Massif. A bewildering display of fruit and vegetables, meat and cheeses. Raised voices echoed among the rafters in the cold as the commerçants called out early morning greetings and cracked jokes, fingerless gloves on chilled hands, feet stamping on hard concrete for warmth. Breath misted and swirled around their heads like smoke, while the freshly hosed floor reflected overhead lights as if it had just been painted and not yet dried.
The real mystery here is not the cold case with its twists and turns, but how anyone can indulge in a 3-course gourmet lunch with three separate wines/champagne and remain vertical, let alone functioning. Then there’s the (inevitable) attractive female only too ready to drop her kit to dance around Enzo’s caber.
The backstory is Enzo’s own extended family, and while in Paris to track down various interested parties in the crime, he calls in on journalist Raffin, who once lived with psychologist Charlotte (mother of Enzo’s son) who meets him at the café Les Deux Magots, Saint-Germain-des-Pres, made famous by Hemingway. Enzo’s non-biological Scottish daughter, Kirsten, has moved in with Raffin, the French daughter, Sophie, is working undercover, plus a previously unheard of half-brother turns up. All too soap opera for me.
Verdict: well-written, well-researched, but not the best of the series.