The cream of the crap, that’s how Superintendent Zondi describes the world he lives in. His colleagues have nicknamed him Bronx, because of a brief stint with the FBI. But he knows that even when he was chasing punks on the streets of Jo’burg and the townships of Gauteng, he always thought like a profiler: he’s always tried to get inside criminals’ minds.
It’s a skill that he’s going to need now more than ever, to deal with the fifth missing child in Pretoria since school started this fall. No ransom demand, and not so much as the shadow of a lead…

A striking and politically in-correct portrait of South Africa, through the prism of a police investigation.
The second adventure of Superintendent Zondi, after La Mémoire courte.