This is the first translated novel in a Turkish series - featuring a Transvestite protagonist - unnamed in this book.
The blurb:
Something's gone seriously wrong in Istanbul - a killer is on the loose, and transvestites are being murdered, the circumstances becoming increasingly bizarre with each death. Our protaganist - fellow transvestite, nightclub owner and glamour puss extraordinaire - downs her lipstick and ups the ante in the search for the religious nut.
The opening line:
"I grabbed a cup of coffee and the morning paper and settled into my chair by the window. It's my morning ritual, I drink only two cups of coffee a day."
Something's gone seriously wrong in Istanbul - a killer is on the loose, and transvestites are being murdered, the modus operandi becoming increasingly bizarre with each death. Our protagonist - fellow transvestite, nightclub owner and glamour puss extraordinaire downs her lipstick and ups the ante in the search for the religious nut. Not an easy task with the pressures of everyday life - investigations have to be slotted in between leg and chest waxes and rotating lovers. Luckily she's the perfect investigator: she knows everyone on the scene, her maitre d' is the biggest gossip in town, her web skills are rivaled only by the most nerdy computer geek and she's very, very persistent. As the killings accelerate, our girl struggles against the odds in her pursuit - after all, everyone knows that running in stilettos and a black leather cat-suit is hell ! Can she end the slaughter without breaking a nail?