Based on mysteries surrounding the death of Glenn Miller.
"Problems?" I asked, nodding toward the man in the raincoat.
She shook her head and offered her hand, palm down. "What a lovely surprise to see you. You are buying today, or just looking?" She talked to me mostly in English and I answered as best I could in French.
"Looking for a person." I showed her the photos of the wire recorder while we exchanged a few pleasantries. Her business was doing as badly as mine--no one had any money, and thanks to September 11 and the war in Iraq, American tourists had all but disappeared.
Eventually she pointed a long, red fingernail at one of the photos. "And this item," she said, falling into eBay slang like so many in the business, "it is not one of mine."
"They tell me it comes from somewhere in the Vernaison. An older man, perhaps, with long gray hair?"
"It is familiar, I think. When I see it I am interested, but it is maybe a little pricey. I go away for a day hoping the man will come to his senses, et voila, the next day it
A dark story of an antiques collector who buys a wire recording of what seems to be Glenn Miller playing in Paris when he should have been dead. Going to Paris, he uncovers nasty stories of the time, and a possible military cover-up.
The characters are all very well done, and the mystery is convoluted and seedy.
It's not exactly escapist reading.
A intresting short story.