William doesn’t lurk and neither does he stalk; it gets noticed. Incompetent and illegal, and he has no intention of disturbing Doctor Holier-than-Thou – or not for the moment; that’s the fellow who would be quick to make a complaint and he’s no longer a serving cop: status dodgy. He’ll pounce though on poor Mireille. She’s easy to spot; the studio is in the Robertsau quarter for prestige and she has a little Spider, Italian racing red, old but bold. She’s also very pretty – really Ray has good taste, he thinks when she looms. He looms too, large and cop-like …
A man still as young and robust as William might get cancer, and a doctor like Raymond find Jane Austen better treatment than chemicals. But who beat him up on a dark street? Who set the house on fire? Had that to do with loving William’s wife?
A modern comedy, as ironic as Jane’s own. But a tale too of love and of death in the cynical political worlds of Strasbourg and Paris, which will strike a tragic note before moving from black farce to reconcilement. As they find out, ‘There’s no one like Jane in a tight place’.