A mysterious e-mail, an antique, carved Japanese birch cane and an even more mysterious man at the train station Gare du Nord in Paris, as well as a stunning waif-like British female passenger, who finds her destiny in a Paris warehouse after she is abducted by a master of perhaps the unthinkable, all come together to create a most unusual novella. Pain, denial, and an enigma of a story, read to its conclusion, is a journey where absolutely nothing is as it seems. “He wore leather gloves for he always used leather when he worked. No scars, no hurt except the pain he often brought on like a train wreck, traction you see. He was an artist and it was what he did, long time running, for no one was better at what they did then him. The violence, the gutted bull intensity in his head, his imagination and of course the pure sadism, it rocked, man did it ever. There were few, if any men quite like him.”
