No, I know what this means. I just like having the opportunity to write it here once more, before I direct you over to my book review of this book by Simenon, author of the legendary Maigret novels. Red Lights, as it is known in translation, is not a Maigret novel, though. It's a stand alone about a man who is headed to pick up his kids from summer camp when things go badly wrong.
I didn't read this in French, but in this case, it's quite appropriate to read it in English, as the story is set in New York and points north, and the cast of characters are definitely American. You can check out my short review, or whatever it is, at Not New For Long.
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