Meet Eugène Tarpon: ex-cop, ex-idealist, man in free fall.
Kicked off the force for killing a protestor, Tarpon is drinking too much and waiting around for something to happen. Then it does. In bursts the wild-eyed and bloodstained Memphis Charles, whose roommate has been brutally murdered. And she wants no one but Tarpon on the case.
As the bodies mount, Tarpon is dragged into a Parisian underworld of politics, sleaze, and paranoia – with nothing to guide him but instinct, stubbornness, and a battered sense of justice.
With No Room at the Morgue, Manchette rewrote the American hardboiled detective novel into a bleak, boozy, and brilliantly French bruising meditation on guilt, truth, and the art of going down swinging.