Much later, when he looked back, crime novelist Charles Latimer could see that it was in Istanbul where the true obsession began. It was there, from Colonel Haki, that he first heard the name Dimitrios Makropoulous.
There too he first glimpsed a dead body, freshly retreived from the Bosphorus. Stabbed, abandoned, left floating like scum. And with it, somehow, all the pictures of a tortured European past come reeling like a nightmare before his eyes - assassinations, insurgences, the extraordinary double dealings of spies.
Unlike the police, Latimer couldn't abandon Dimitrios.
But finding out who he really was might easily cost him his life....
