Kellerkind

He says he can't remember anything. Yet blood is smeared on his hands. The successful lawyer Rose Benninghoff lies in her designer apartment with her throat slit. In the basement of the house crouches fourteen-year-old Oliver Baptiste, his body covered in bruises, his hands stained with blood. He can't remember anything. In a biting cold winter of the century, Munich's chief inspector Waechter and his team begin the hunt for the murderer. But soon the lines between perpetrators and victims blur more and more, and the investigators stumble upon an old crime that was never atoned for, casting its shadows into the present.