Sometimes B. F. Cage can’t remember what he’s doing in Paris. He had a successful business in California doing dirty work for people who could afford to keep their hands clean, but the French don’t seem to need his particular skills. When his nearly empty wallet is stolen, he pities the thief who took it. When the robber comes back, Cage knows he is in trouble. Her name is Val Merchadier, and she wants a job. To show him what she’s capable of, she easily locates the missing millionaire whom Cage has been tracking for weeks. She finds him—and then lets him go while pointing a pistol at B.F.’s chest. Miss Merchadier has bigger fish to fry than helping a down-and-out investigator.