The murder of an unidentified man on the streets of Montmartre is leading French police investigations to a dead end.

The man was killed in Paris, but his son wants his father to be buried in Greece. Detective Chris Papas will help to this. But after the son’s death, he will collaborate with French police as he holds in his hands an old map full of signs: consecutive trips, zigzag lines, parallel paths leading to the edge of the Kalahari Desert. The last traces drag him on the rooftops of Paris. There he will understand that tigers run fast and never forget.

As in his previous novel, Efstathiadis is not writing as someone who indulges in Evil and its nightmarish scenarios, but with a sharp look that always has at its center the man and his values, even when, at times, he seems to prefer animals…

Ikaros, 2020, 256 p.