Eric Adler. Architect.
Shortly after his wife is killed in a car crash, Eric accidentally discovers that she was having an affair with his best friend. He feels betrayed and sets out on a ruthless quest for revenge. But does he really? Or is his search for justice nothing but a figment of his imagination?
Carlos Aguila. Lawyer. Of sorts.
Smuggler of people. Trafficker of narcotics. Poseur. A man who moves easily in many different circles. A man, also, who does not hesitate to have an affair with his best friend's wife. But the question remains; is he even real?
Debbie & Mickey. Detectives.
A highly competitive, highly efficient, team. At times... They arrest Carlos. (Or don't they?) Doggedly, they continue to pursue Eric for all the wrong reasons. (Or are they the right reasons, after all?)
There is a director and his wayward editor. Are they, as they claim, running the show? Or are they merely a couple of poor players, allowed to strut and fret upon the stage for a bit, but otherwise completely expendable?
And then there is an African refugee who is desperate to get to England. There is a hired assassin, yet another lawyer, and a trio of witches.
And there are butterflies: lots of butterflies...
In a roller coaster of events this ill-fitted cast comes together and cause Eric to gradually lose control of events. When time itself turns against him, the detectives bring Eric's quest to a blood-stopping end.
Redshift is a powerful story about stories and how we use them to exorcise the accidental and the uncontrollable... and only rarely succeed.
