This is Martin Michaud's third in the DS Victor Lessard Montreal series written in French but the first to be translated into English. This is a complex story, with numerous threads, that take quite a while to become connected, making this feel on occasion like an unwieldy and choppy read until it begins to make sense. Lessard is a divorced, disgraced, PTSD suffering, police detective who has returned to the Major Crimes Unit, partnered with Jacinthe Taillon. He has a traumatic family history, plagued by fits of rage and drink issues, has two children, Martin, with a troubled history and Charlotte, and is in a relationship with a younger cop, Nadja. It all begins with the suicide of a homeless man, Andre Lortie, a man with mental health issues, who commits suicide at the Stock Exchange Tower. He has on him two wallets belonging to Judith Harper, a retired psychiatrist, and Nathan Lawson, a renowned gay lawyer, both in their seventies, distinguished, respectable and prosperous professionals but it seems highly unlikely he would have known either of them.
Soon after, Harper is discovered murdered in a warehouse, having been tortured with a medieval instrument known as a heretic's fork, and Lawson is missing, having left his law firm with a old file from the archives. The Montreal police team are baffled, and, for a while, entertain the idea that Lortie killed Harper. Lortie had been in and out of a psychiatric hospital through the years, suffering from delusions and memory loss, but has left behind hidden papers, and strange hieroglyphs on a cardboard sheet that take some time to yield their secrets. Interspersed is the story of siblings, Charlie and Lennie, and their concerns over what is happening to their father. In a twisted narrative with a rising body count, connections emerge between Harper, Lawson and the homeless Lortie, a history that goes back to the sixties and seventies, unethical psychiatric experiments at McGill University funded by the CIA, cover ups, old Quebec history, and surprising links to the JFK assassination and Lee Harvey Oswald.
This is a story of memory, its loss, its fundamental importance to our sense of identity around which Michaud weaves a compelling story, utilising actual realities, although he does take liberties with those events and people. He depicts the unsavoury darker aspects of the psychiatric profession in the present but which goes back historically, involving the widespread global misuse of psychiatry to imprison, harm, torture and destroy individuals by governments, intelligence agencies, powerful individuals and the military. I am not sure I understood the logic or reasoning in translating the third book first, and I believe the first two books in the series are lined up to published in English soon. The central protagonist, Victor, is a fascinatingly flawed creation with enough to him to carry him through a long series. I liked the other characters in the police team, although I did not warm in the slightest to Victor's partner, Jacinthe, who seemed to lack the ability to make any sensitive or positive contribution to the investigation, an unpleasant, sadistic and nosy character with little in the way of redeeming qualities. This is a great read for those who like their crime reads to be intricate and complicated puzzles. Many thanks to Dundurn Press for an ARC.