Because this is the service that Anthony Barreau, creator of an agency of hired killers, offers – he prefers to call them, as in cinema or audiovisual, “talent”. Depending on the contract and the person to be executed, it provides stranglers, snipers, specialists in fake domestic accidents, knife maniacs who all have in common being the best in their “art”, among many quotation marks. Anthony spots an exceptional young woman in a shooting gallery, Alba, a former biathlon champion who knows how to handle a firearm perfectly. She absolutely must join the Agency, she’s a potential talent.
Here now is septuagenarian Thérèse. For 40 years, she has run an agency of another kind, matrimonial in this case, and in the age of dating applications she is on the verge of bankruptcy. She has a small stroke, she recovers quite well but her family wants to send her to a nursing home. She decides to escape from Paris and will do so, by complete coincidence, with Anthony who has messed up a contract and must also clear the trail.
The adventures of grandma and the young killer are hilarious, as are the profiles of the agency’s “talents” whose CVs we discover throughout the pages. Only one regret: we would like 200 pages more! L’Agent by Pascale Dietrich is published by Liana Lévy.
