Stéphanie Benson
Le loup dans la lune bleue
Gallimard, Folio policier n°254
There's a moon over Bourbon Street tonight
I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight
I've no choice but to follow the call
The bright lights and the people and the moon and all
I pray that each day I'll be strong
For I know what I do must be wrong
Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there's a moon over Bourbon Street