I mean, does that little newspaper item lack one single damned element for the ultimate noir soap opera? A dom - married, no less, a bank account a Chagall, four bullets execution style....

Just, wow. If I wrote that kind of book, I'd be salivating, at least once I stopped laughing.

once I stopped laughing

It begs Peter Sellers for the banker, or maybe, the husband. James Mason for the banker, if either of them were still around. And maybe a young Ursula Andress for the mistress/wife.

In dom gear...

What a great story. Thanks for posting it, Deb!

A French financier, a dom named Cecile (good heavens), a Chagall...

I'm swooning. Damn, I wish I wrote that kind of mystery. Said it before, and I'll say it again, I couldn't come up with a plot like this one if I practiced for three weeks in a dark room first.

For some reason, it makes me very, very happy that these sort of things do happen in real life.

For some reason, it makes me very, very happy that these sort of things do happen in real life.

giggling like a twelve-year-old, over here

Wow, I'd love to write a caper like that.. One story at a time, though. Everytime that cell door dings, another Leonard gets his wings.(although mixed with Le Carre or somebody) EL does say he gets inspired by stuff in the paper all the time.

For some reason, it makes me very, very happy that these sort of things do happen in real life.

it's reassuring in a chaotic, "the world has not gone under to oppression" sort of way.