The cobbled streets of Montparnasse might have been boho-chic in the 1920s, when artists, writers, philosophers, and their muses drank absinthe and danced on the tables all night. But to Parisian private investigator Aimée Leduc, they hold darker secrets. When an old Russian man named Yuri Volodya hires Aimée to protect a priceless painting that just might be a Modigliani, she learns just how deadly art theft can be. Yuri is found tortured to death, and the painting is missing. What makes people willing to kill - and die - for it? (Bestseller)