Polly

Polly had walked out, leaving her cheating husband and hollow marriage behind, taking only the case she'd already packed - everything else could wait. She flew to Paris to visit Notre Dame and open the next chapter in her life. Dale be dammed. And Paris was everything she needed and more. The grandeur of the ancient city, the Seine and the people. This was the start of something special. Something new. But why did she keep running into a strange man? She had named him Mr Creepy because his smile made her skin crawl. It was probably her imagination, but still... And now she had made new friends, like Katrina and Francois. Never mind their stories about a 'neck-tie murderer' stalking the backstreets of Paris. She was going to have fun. Plain and simple. What could possibly go wrong?