The Cold Death Dance

About this book

In a world where everyone wears masks of perfection, and tunes of obscene wealth are played over the corpses of dead intentions, the novel 'The Cold Death Dance' comes digging into the distance separating the fake smile from the killing bullet. The tale begins where the noise ends: a lavish party for society's elite turning in the blink of an eye into a silent crime scene, and the lifeless body of a lady at the height of her elegance in the middle of the marble dance floor, with a single bullet in the middle of the forehead.. a bullet carrying not the fury of randomness but the coolness of a professional execution. Amid the remains of a shattered crystal glass exhaling a smell of 'whiskey' mixed with fear, and a decorative dagger lying at a suspicious distance, Major 'Akif' stands alone before a merciless riddle. It is not merely a journey to find the killer but a dive into the corridors of the human psyche when its paths of escape narrow, and a painful unmasking of those moments when masks fall to reveal faces we never knew. Was the victim waiting for her killer? And why did she face him with a look.