Five foot two inches of slick repartee, near-purple hair, and a poetic imagination, twenty-year-old Rune hasn’t been in Manhattan for very long. But she’s crafty enough to have found a squatter’s paradise in an empty TriBeCa loft, and a video store job that feeds her passion for old movies. It’s a passion she shares with her favourite customer, Mr Kelly, a lonely old man who rents the same video over and over. The film is a noir classic based on a real-life unsolved bank heist and a million missing dollars. It’s called Manhattan is My Beat.
That’s the tape Rune is picking up from Mr Kelly’s shabby apartment when she finds him shot to death. She’s certain the key to solving the murder is hidden somewhere in the hazy, black-and-white frames of Mr Kelly’s beloved movie.
But what she doesn’t realise is that her interest is going to bring her far closer to the killer than she ever would have wanted………
