Ice-cold business under the Portuguese sun.
A climate thriller with vacation flair for fans of Gil Ribeiro.
“She could spot a pharmacy, there were a few tables and chairs on the sidewalk and the smell of grilled chicken wafted into her nose through the open window. Shortly afterwards, they passed a churrascaria and then a mini-mercado, in front of which oranges and lemons were piled up in plastic crates. If the houses hadn’t been plastered in bright colors, they were tiled. Each house had a different pattern. A shrill ringing made the driver curse, and then he got in line behind the antique-looking streetcar.”
Three months of administrative assistance in Lisbon – after the breakdown of her second marriage, this sounds like a welcome change for 43-year-old Selva Klimt. But her dream of sun, beach and vanilla cakes turns out to be a nightmare. Her contact, the director of the environmental authority, is nowhere to be found and his deputy blocks Selva’s every move. When the director washes up dead on the beach and the investigating inspector sets his sights on Selva, she begins to investigate herself. The trail leads to a company that is carrying out illegal drilling in the seabed. Selva does what she does best: Analyzing figures and asking questions. But time is running out and there is much more at stake than she can imagine.
A climate thriller on the coast of Portugal.
It’s not her city, yet she can’t look away.