Every time I tell someone, that I am working on a book, that is the first thing they ask: What’s it about? A natural question perhaps, but nevertheless one I find myself trying to avoid answering. At least directly. And at least until now.
In the past, I have started working on many different ideas. Some have been nothing more than a few notes on a piece of paper, others have managed to reach synopsis-stage or maybe a few tentative pages of text. But as soon, as I have told someone about my fantastic idea, it is dead. It is as if part of me goes: Okay, we’ve told that story now, it’s time to cook up a new one! And from that moment on, I find it impossible to go back. So, the last couple of novels (the last of which I scrapped for other reasons), I have made it a point not to talk about the plot ahead of time.
Now, however, I am so far into the third draft of The Ghost Killer (working title), that I feel it’s safe to reveal a few secrets:
Frank Cash lives alone in a rented apartment in Seattle, drives a Mustang and often gets his dinner from his neighbor, to whom he is just another mouth to feed. He also happens to lead a team of homicide detectives. As the story begins, he is presented with the body of a beautiful and successful woman, raped and violently murdered in her home. Soon, it becomes apparent that the murder may not be an act of mere sudden rage. And the victim may not be as innocent, as she first appeared.
Ten years earlier, at end of the conflict in former Yugoslavia, a young man returns from the war to find his home and family gone and his sister brutally murdered. Verging on the brink of madness, he puts himself on a quest to restore the family honor, the only thing he has left to fight for. It is a quest that puts him on a long journey through his own plagued mind and a dangerous world of crime and sin.
Though the two of them are as different as night and day, both have suffered, fought and lost in the past. And both of them are chasing a ghost killer.
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