A tiny parasol arouses Fredo Schulz' interest when chief inspectors Milan Filipovic and Lola Karras visit him at the North Sea. A seven-year-old has disappeared. Ashley Bols is already the third missing girl. Schulz couldn't save the other two. They haven't been found to this day, but Schulz is absolutely sure that they are dead. He also knows who the perpetrator is: Roland Bischoff. Bischoff is no normal sex offender, but a repressed, highly criminal, possessive psychopath. He laughed right in Schulz' face when he asked about the two girls, the last trace of whom consisted of a colourful little parasol. Schulz hit him. Bischoff was acquitted. Schulz suspended .And now it has happened again. Once again a little girl has disappeared. Schulz throws his worn out suits into a suitcase, his hip flask – for now – into the corner, and shuts the door to his caravan behind him. In Berlin, he gets the special commission on the move. But the number of possible suspects is big and the pressure grows with each passing hour. And then there's still Schulz' personal nightmare, sitting in his fridge and laughing at him: alcohol.
