Its as if hes being mocked from beyond the grave. When John Nichols arrives to identify the body of an old friend he is immediately caught up in the detritus of Alan Musgraves life the side of Paris the tourists dont see where everyone has a past but very few count on a future. But what can he expect from a man who bled to death in his own excruciating S&M stage show? Now theres a maverick police lieutenant on the prowl who thinks that Musgraves suicide was murder. Guerin might not look like much but hes one of the few honest officers on the force. As the horrific extent of police abuse is revealed the race is on to find the link between a slew of recent suicides
- & the key to it is buried deep in Nicholss past. Bed of Nails does for Paris what James Ellroy did for vintage America shining a light as never before on the seedy underbelly of La Ville-Luminere.