In this third and last Onno Viets book Onno finds himself in the small town of Finkloch. Rarely has more small-town idyllic charm been packed into so few square meters. Yet there’s a dark background to Onno’s seemingly contemplative summer at his in-laws’: plagued by severe post-traumatic stress disorder, the private detective has fled to the countryside from Hamburg. Since his dramatic adventure with the madman from the Kiez, he just hasn’t been himself anymore. It’s not just that he’s no longer any good at ping-pong – he also suffers from full-blown panic attacks that turn his days into hellish torture. The idea is that village life and the cozy lap of his in-laws will provide comfort. But, of course, even in Finkloch, Onno manages to stumble unwittingly upon sinister intrigues, in which not only crucified sphinx cats and firearms play a significant part, but also the “cat sensei,” an exiled Bavarian esoteric, a cast-off from astro-TV who has relocated to this northern German village, where she now makes a pretty penny giving full-moon lectures. Soon enough, the events begin to come thick and fast and a dead body even turns up… Yet, all of a sudden, out of the comedy of this regional farce, Frank Schulz begins to narrate the fate of entire generations. The book shifts from the village to global level, and Schulz writes with a vehemence that will knock his readers off their feet.
