Would you trust a cat? – A string of mutilated bodies create chaos within the homicide department, under severe pressure to resolve the case quickly amidst growing public fear.

For a moment, Chief inspector JESSE LACROIX thought he could enjoy the recent changes in his life. His fresh fiancée Kate, and her daughter Stacey were moving from Florida to be with him in Belgium. 

But then, a released convict is found hanging in his home after reuniting with his beloved spouse. Just days after, a CEO of a successful business is discovered lifeless and naked on the sofa of his office. And when a city legislator is murdered in his room at the town hall, it becomes all too evident that the killings are connected. But beyond the similarities in death, the homicide team can find nothing linking the deceased in life. Except for one thing: LISANNE LACHATTE. 

A fitness instructor and independent marketing expert with her company ‘The Cat’, Lacroix and his team discover her sordid past and question her present.  Stunning and cunning, Lachatte stays one step ahead, until she decides to target her critical professor, STEFAN DEDONKER. 

The advocate of equality, a paraplegic and a wily thinker himself, becomes embroiled in a CAT AND MOUSE game with his student, which Lacroix somehow  needs to avert before more get killed.

DEATH IS A RIDDLE is an extraordinary story containing multiple twists and turns to keep you on the edge of your seat at every page turn. As well as offering excitement, suspense and horror, the story also offers a unique understanding of paraplegia.


He couldn’t believe he was dying.

But worse and more immediately disturbing was the disgusting taste in his mouth: blood, sweat and God knows what else. He wished he could spit and clear his mouth, but it was impossible. The obstruction was lodged too deep, and he lacked the strength. 

Sapped of energy, sapped of breath but now, at last, sapped of pain. All his senses were slowly disappearing. Feeling had gone. So had his eyesight. Everything was silent, and all that remained were his taste and smell. Strange that the least relevant senses were the last to go. Perhaps they consumed the smallest amount of energy.

But it was hardly pertinent anymore. He guessed it was just a matter of minutes, perhaps seconds, before he would pass out. He had given up fighting, given up any hope of survival, given up understanding why. 

It just was.


Released May 2020