Madame le Commissaire of Fragolin decides to convene company holidays for her police station. She and her sous-brigadier could both take a few days' holiday, since there's nothing going on in the tranquil Fragolin anyway. Far from it, as soon as she is at her favourite beach the phone rings and she gets work. On the one hand, she must clarify the death of a minister who has not died away from a natural death. On the other hand, it's about fake pictures. If one takes a closer look, there is a cry for help under a coat of paint.
Privately, it does not run as she imagines, both of her lovers compete for her favour. Isabelle Bonnet finally finds a good Solomonic solution for her.
As always, this was an amusing read. ( )