A quiet bureau in Gateway Gardens. A girl who struggles to survive the favelas of Rio de Janeiro. And a man whose name depends on who is asking.
In Strix — Traffic of Lies, what begins in the alleys of Complexo do Alemão winds through the opera house of Frankfurt, the dark streets of Mainhattan, and the affluent neighbourhoods of Bad Homburg, where a trafficking ring, a biker gang, and a long-buried secret are about to collide.
This is a novel about the small lies that make the large ones possible: the ones we rehearse so carefully we no longer recognise the face in the mirror. Literary, unhurried, and meticulously observed, it is the first book in a series that asks what it costs not to trust even those you love the most.