A night stroll told in a wonderful language.
Ozzy Tristano’s a cop in the 87th precinct of New York City. He’s got a soul. His last cases? They left him pretty messed up: cracked upper lip, four sunken teeth, two injured thumbs, fractured left arm, swollen right knee and a broken ankle. His wife? Daisy just told him in the modest neighbourhood restaurant where they have their habit that she wanted a divorce. To make matters worse, a surprise promotion forces him to join the FBI, without him understanding why. An elusive past, an unreal present and an uncertain future... Ozzy Tristano has only one desire left: to leave in the night, to wander around waiting for that damn first day at the FBI.
