Swinging London in 1967. A man approaches the now middle-aged Daisy and makes demands she cannot ignore. He is a desperate father whose fifteen-year-old daughter—a hippie girl—has disappeared without a trace a year before. The police are powerless, or indifferent, or both. “You must help me to find her, Daisy Hayes. And you know why I’m asking you? It’s because I know that you’re a real killer.”
This is not so much a crime mystery as a thriller. And thrillers can be brutal. Be warned. On the other hand, most thrillers are also morality tales at heart, and so is this one.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I was born in South Africa, where I went to a British-style boarding school. Later my family and I moved to Lausanne (Switzerland), and I continued my education in French. When I was twelve, I remember that I wrote some poetry, four poems about the seasons, admittedly a rather banal subject, except I'd recently moved from the tropics and the concept of four seasons was completely new to me. Not to mention the French language. Anyway, my teacher was so impressed he asked me to recite one of my poems in front of the whole class. After this first literary triumph, the writing bug never left me.
Recently, after writing in Dutch and French for many years, I've gone back to the language of my South African childhood. Obviously the potential for a global readership was something of an incentive, and the idea of a blind sleuth was pretty exciting. Talk about a brainwave! The character of Daisy Hayes came to life in my mind almost wholly formed. The rest is history. Or just read the stories...