Books by Jessie Prichard Hunter

In Belle poque Paris, the morgue is the place to see and be seen This morning I was called upon to photograph the dead again. So begins the story of Edouard Mas, a photographers assistant with a detectives soul. Edouards job is to take pictures of corpses before they are carted off to the Paris Morgue. If the bodies are unidentified, they will be put behind glass for the whole city to view, in a morbid display of lost and found.Edouard begins to come across more and more bodies stripped of their identification and laid out in methodical poses, and he knows he is dealing with those who dabble in artthe art of death. The morguetheir museum.Edouards investigation takes him from the sterile halls of La Salptrire to the opulent, smoke-filled soirees of high society, but he must do everything in his power to stop the artists of death, before they go after somebody he loves In exquisite proseso vivid you can almost taste the absinthe and hear the rustling skirts of the Moulin Rouge showgirlsHunter tells an unforgettable tale of murder and lust in the City of Light.