The burning sands of Africa is no place for a doctor-is no place for any sane man to be. Knee deep in blood and screams, Thomas Jefferson Reddington serves King and Country in a hellish war, praying to see it through to get back home. A widower, there is no one he can write too but his oldest boy, George.
Through the screams and shower of bullets, Thomas stumbles upon an impossibility.
Bertrand Nicolas Lautrec has seen enough of war. He is an aristocrat. Aristocrats do not get shot. Certainly they do not find themselves on board a British ship in the care of a British doctor who looks too much like himself to be of any comfort to his sensibilities.
Une avec des lits jumeaux. Mon dieu, une chambre a lits jumeaux!
Oh, the possibilities. Bertrand’s mind begins to whirl, spurred on by the young doctor’s theories into eugenics and experiments. What intrigues him the most is a little red book the other man constantly writes in. Within are plans, half thought ideas, formulae.
Perhaps this man, this jumeaux is the answer Bertrand has spent his life seeking. There is no letting go now, they are friends for life, so long as Bertrand has access to that precious little book.
Everything happens so fast for Thomas. Knowing Bertrand is a key to all the best things life has to offer. While many of his comrades in arms spend their lives after the war trying to find their place, all Thomas has to do is ask and whatever he wishes is granted to him. Thanks to Bertrand’s long arm of influence and large checkbook.
Switching lives is no small thing to acquiesce. It is a comfort that George is looked after while he works.
Until a basket arrives on his doorstep.
They share everything, these two men. Lives, lovers, children.
Secrets shared. A story buried in the pages of a little red book.
In the heart of New Orleans lies a deadly secret.
As one man’s life unravels another plays with the strings.