◆◆LOOKING FOR A COSY ADVENTURE?◆◆Then take a road trip in a borrowed Porsche to a borrowed California beach house on a bright spring morning in 1968. The car, the road and the day are all made for a drive, and on the way the young driver who tells this story will have the good luck to pick up a pretty girl-one of those new topless dancers as it turns out.What could go wrong? Pretty much everything, he discovers, when he finds a body in the beach house and sees that he will be the only suspect. Terrified, he hides the victim from the police while he seeks both killer and motive. That makes him-as he admits-an inept and 'soft-boiled' detective, facing dangers he never imagined in places he never expected to be. Just three days later, for instance, in woods south of Paris, and while Paris itself is convulsed by student rioting, he'll be awaiting his own execution. Can he survive?Well, this is not just a tale-it's a confession-so let me tell you ... About My Murder
