...dinner is served…
A blood-stained boar’s head in Judge Moratschek’s bed sets Franz Eberhofer on the trail of a dangerous psychopath. Hannibal Lecter’s exploits are nothing compared to what Dr Küstner gets up to as he strikes terror into the populace of Niederkaltenkirchen. Küstner has escaped while serving a 15-year prison sentence – now he’s looking for revenge on the judge who put him away.
Nasty business, this thing about the boar’s head in Judge Moratschek’s bed.
“It’s the Godfather,” says Moratschek, scaring the crap out of me.
“The Godfather?” I say.
“You know, the guy off the telly. The one with Corleone, Brando, whatever.”
“That was a horse’s head.”
“Horse ... boar... same difference. Don’t get semantic on me. It’s disgusting either way.”
“Especially for the widowed sow.”
Franz Eberhofer’s third case in Niederkaltenkirchen
“With its cast of outlandish characters, sparkling wit and lashings of local colour, Bavarian country constable Franz Eberhofer’s first case whets our appetite for a speedy sequel.”
- Für Sie on Winter Potato Dumplings, the first volume in the series