About the Author: Cay Rademacher, born 1965, is a German author and journalist who lives in France. He has so far published about 20 novels in Europe, most made it on the bestseller-list in Germany. Two were translated and published in the USA by Minotaur Books, New York: Murderous Mistral and Deadly Camargue. Three in the UK by Arcadia Books, London: The Murderer in Ruins, The Wolf Children and The Forger. The Murderer in Ruins and The Forger were both shortlisted for the CWA International Dagger Award.
Whenever I had to stop at a barrière de péage, one of the many toll stations on nearly any French highway, a vague form of uneasiness took hold of me. I am not one of those who panic before a closed gate, because the toll-ticket has suddenly vanished somewhere under the dashboard, or the automatic cash register refuses my credit card for unexplained reasons and I have no coins and the line of cars behind me grows longer and longer … It’s something else: a barrière de péage is a gate to another world. Don’t laugh, because behind every barrière de péage stretches not just a highway, but a parallel universe in the middle of our own, a universe with distinctive laws and impenetrable boundaries. You can’t, for example, quit a highway where and when you like. Have you ever noticed that all rest areas on French highways are entirely surrounded by high, solid fences? Impossible to leave your car there and just walk away. Highways are giant traps. Once in, you can only leave by another barrière de péage. And sometimes you can’t leave at all, never, ever …