The Only True Remedy

Poirot has his little grey cells; Morse has his classical education, Patrice Lanier just has the the 'things themselves'.

His thigh is in plaster, his mother-in-law is losing her memory, his wife is obsessed with that. His children text more than they speak, and even his dog isn't speaking to him. His assistant, ex-nun Pucelle, has gone undercover in the underbelly of Parisian drug culture.

He needs to be in Avignon to support his wife, in Paris to support Pucelle, and in Pont-St-Esprit to pursue his own investigation.

Returning to his office, Patrice must lock-down Paris: there are 250 terrorists in the city, ready to blow it to kingdom come.

How is Patrice going to find them in time?

And where the hell is Pucelle?