By Lindsey Davis
'Rats are constantly larger than you expect...'
Marcus Didius Falco, historical Rome's hangdog investigator, hates sharing a mobile with a rodent -- although being bailed through his outdated mom is sort of as embarrassing. His highborn female friend can't make a decision if she wishes him and Titus Caesar's gift for prior providers is a rainy fish. Hoping for a greater lifestyles, or a minimum of a greater residence, he's taking on new consumers.
On the based slopes of the Pincian Hill, 3 nouveaux riches freedmen with flashy better halves are below siege via a smart redhead. Severina Zotica has a foul-mouthed parrot, a strange reference to a snake dancer -- and a very suspicious previous. As he pursues this flame-haired fortune-hunter, Falco unearths himself beset by way of violent rent-racketeers, poisoners, and girls with no consciences who've harmful designs on him.
Venus in Copper is the 3rd publication in Lindsey Davis' bestselling Falco series.
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Venus in Copper (Marcus Didius Falco, Book 3) by Lindsey Davis