Even the frontier is not immune to murder. Especially on the edge of time, when characters are breaking.
The old town of Kladsko in the basin that once belonged to the Czech territory is nicknamed Little Prague for its beauty. In April 1920, however, the brutally mutilated corpse of a local celebrity is found on the local stone bridge, which resembles a miniature of Charles'. When more are added and the garrison town, then called Glatz by the majority German inhabitants, almost starts to turn into a slaughterhouse from a Nordic detective story, someone is called from Berlin to get to the bottom of the killings. Captain Wilhelm Klein probably has a surname suitable for a godfather at most, but he nevertheless bites into a case with great vigour, behind which there is obviously a frighteningly symbolic pattern. He is being pelted with sticks by both the rebellious Strážnice Jelimani, whom he has gotten his hands on, and the elite from the town hall and the local fortress. It's like no one here even cares about finding the truth. Even Klein himself has his work cut out for him, trying to drown out the traumas of the fighting on the Flanders front. But fate is cruel. Further horrors in the wild beginnings of the Weimar Republic are not long in coming, and among the suspects is a nosy Czech MP staying at the hotel. Because what if high politics is behind everything?
Get to know the gloomy face of a city that offers more than its famous markets! The opening episode of the Kladsko detective series shows that crime thrives best in the lee of the borderlands.
