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Catherine Marleau has solved murders in five different centuries, in five cities that weren't hers. She thought she understood what the ring asked of her: find the truth, leave it where it can do good, and go.
This time, the ring sends her home.
Montreal, July 1976. Five days before the Olympic opening ceremony, while the whole world watches a city determined to show its best face, an ordinary accountant from Pointe-Saint-Charles is found dead in a warehouse - killed for finding something he wasn't supposed to see: millions of dollars in public Olympic funds being laundered through organized crime, with a police inspector on the payroll to make sure no one ever looked too closely.
Catherine has walked these streets her whole life. She knows this city. But she's never seen it like this - the version of Montreal that built the one she grew up in, the foundations laid decades before her own birth, in a summer when a small-time criminal was set up to take the fall for a murder he didn't commit, and a daughter had to decide whether her father's death would mean something or nothing at all.
For the first time, the truth Catherine is chasing isn't in a stranger's history. It's in her own.
The sixth and final volume in the series following forensic criminologist Catherine Marleau across the centuries - closing the circle where it began.
