In Poland with evocations of a noir heir to hot wars or as a cold dish in the prelude to and exit from World War II, a voice like that of Katarzyna Bonda (comparable to our Dolores Redondo), breaks out intense. A disconcerting intensity of those who dare to link the noir genre with an even truculent politics and a morality whose skin is too tremulous even in the very cradle of religion.
Which is the same, the perfect combination to remove those hackneyed foundations on which every welfare society rests with its mirages, its lures and its concessions to the gallery. But here there is no mercy or half measures. In Bonda's novels, the protagonists are scandalously real around magnetic plots with comings and goings between unfinished business, secrets and guilt.
A day of winter 1993 a teenage girl is found dead of an overdose in a Gdansk hotel. Hours later her brother dies in a traffic accident. Police find no connection between the two events.
Spring 2013. Sasza Zaluska, a former police officer and recent graduate of Britain's International Center for Forensic Psychology Research, returns to Gdansk with her seven-year-old daughter in search of a new and stable life. But her good intentions are dashed when Pawel "Buli" Blawicki knocks on her door. Buli, also a former police officer and current nightclub owner, suspects that his partner is planning to get rid of him and wants Sasza to provide him with evidence to prove it.
She decides to take the simple, high-paying case and start work after the Easter break. However, after a shootout in the club with a fatal victim, she is forced to collaborate with her former police colleagues to unravel facts riddled with secrets and contradictions... The key may be in the lyrics of an old song and in the tragic end of two brothers twenty years ago.
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