This story was not easy to tell. Murders happen every day. Some are resolved, others not. But very few end up haunting you.

Maybe it’s because, when all this happened, I was still a child. It took years for me to see clearly. The strangest student in school, a teacher who spoke another language, a mother who disappeared, a silent lawyer and the son of a Russian mobster.

The weapon, a kitchen knife, was found at the bottom of the lake where birds lived protected. And the dead man was smiling, covered nicely with a sheet. How the hell do you make a dying man smile, can you tell me?

Ikaros, 2022, 312 p.