Wash This Blood Clean from My Hand by Fred Vargas

** spoiler alert ** Description: History repeats itself when Adamsberg, who is temporarily based in Quebec for a training mission, is accused of having savagely murdered a young woman he had met. In order to prove his innocence, Adamsberg must go on the run from the Canadian police and find Judge Fulgence.

Opening: Leaning his shoulder against the dark basement wall, Jean-Baptiste Adamsberg stood contemplating the enormous central heating boiler which had suddenly stopped working two days before.

So much here should of satisfied, not least the DNA course, a subject which I am studying myself at the moment, and the appealing snowy setting up with the Mounties.

Afamsberg’s trippy incidents was a real turn-off, and I could find no character to become involved with at a level which could of turned that initial distaste into a pleasure.


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