Inspector Johnson knew it was going to be a difficult day, her old nemesis Hutch had escaped from prison. He had fled the country and was now up to his old tricks in France. Extortion and murder, those were his trade, and no doubt these days drug dealing. She was on her way to meet Capitaine Travert, and first impressions always count. Damn the sheep, she was going to be late for the meeting. The day seemed jinxed, even the Eiffel Tower had been hidden by the rain. Then she had laddered her tights, as for the cravat. Damn Hutch.