They are aged between twelve and sixteen, and their names are Cat, Weasel, Grouper, and Hedgehog. In this uncertain part of town, between the railroad tracks, the factory and the canal, in the suffocating August heat, they dream of leaving, an unlikely event, and they play. They also play at crime.
And these are the dying games.
This is the only novel by Géo-Charles Véran, Grand Prix for Detective Story Writing in 1950. None of its intensity has been lost through time. You will never forget Cat.