“I’m shacked up with a Greek I hardly know…” reads the email sent by Adrienne Hoffman from an industrial internet café in Corfu after arriving from Rome with little more than the clothes on her back. “I can’t call out on my cell phone.”
A man with a beautiful scar¬one that rings his hip and deeply embeds his thigh like a giant reverse question mark—has given her the key to his apartment. Everything on this trip is questionable, from the sepulchered saints and violent medieval artwork to the wooden, Orthodox icons stacked by his highly trafficked bed.
While the crazy Corfu birds cry and shriek into the night above the market umbrellas of Ristorante San Giacomo, guns and cocaine pass from her missing backpack to the over-educated night clerk in one of Corfu’s best hotels. A straight edged, blue-eyed Italian cop extends himself beyond standard police work when an old Greco-Italian feud resurfaces, and the ties of “family” in its many forms are tested until broken.
Crazy, that… thrusts the reader into voluptuous island settings, a sensuous mix of ruthless fact and vacation fantasy, narrated by four distinct international voices brought together by crime, faith, and passion.