Poghorn. Mid-December. The docks are alive with snowstorms. Perched in his crane, Lukas swallows pills to forget the cold and the pain. On Christmas Eve, he robs a container of furs and voodoo trinkets.
Gifts for his nieces. He won’t have any children of his own. So when, the day after the holidays, one of them disappears, he sets out to find her. Because he knows that no one here cares about a little girl from the northern suburbs.
A dark, social novel, fueled by a pop-culture imagery.