Publisher's Synopsis
'It wasn't until my mother died that I discovered what an inveterate liar she had been.'
Looking back on his life Charles Sansom reflects how, at the age of eighteen, he found that almost everything he knew about himself to be fictitious. And that hadn't been his only surprise. Another was connected to the suicide which, years earlier, changed his life, robbing him of his childhood dreams and fantasies.Yet twenty more years were to pass before he finally learned the real truth of his origins. And by then he'd met the South African couple, was caught up in an awkward affair, and become an accomplice to murder.
Or was it murder? He was never sure. Only the persistent detective seemed to have no doubt.
