Berlin, 1943. August Schlegel lives in a world full of questions with no easy answers. Why is he being called out on a homicide case when he works in financial crimes? Why did the old Jewish soldier with an Iron Cross shoot the block warden in the eye then put a bullet through his own head? Why does Schlegel persist with the case when no one cares because the Jews are all being shipped out anyway? And why has SS officer Eiko Morgen been assigned to work with him? Corpses dressed with fake money, bodies flayed beyond recognition: are these routine murders or is someone trying to tell them something?