The Story of Axigator
You can escape anything, but not yourself
KILLING YOUR BEST FRIEND
“The Mystery of Our Psyche and Hidden Romance“
I wanted to show raw life – when things don’t always work out as they should. The main purpose of my book was to demonstrate the destructive effect of guilt and self-accusation. I had the goal of bringing some relief-understanding that even with all the mistakes we make and grief we experience, we can always find our life’s purpose.
– Valda Taurus, author
About the book
Though the book has the trappings of a standard crime novel, its pacing and its concern for the emotional lives of its characters give it a surprisingly literary quality. The novel has some fun twists, and it presents a charmingly cartoonish portrait of Alaska.
They want to forget their connection, but they can’t. Two couples share a duplex. Every night a mother sends her daughter to the back room so the other does not hear the sounds of passion behind their walls. Embarrassment. Guilt. They need to survive far in the north. They need sun. They are desperate for heat. And after all, all they need is love…
Marta finds the corpse of her husband’s friend in a barn. All evidence, including the fingerprint trigger immediate suspicion toward her husband Alexander (nicknamed Ax). All night long he had been drinking with his friend but he could not recall any details about such a dramatic event. Marta, blind with her love, refuses to believe that Ax could have committed such a chilling murder. After all, the victim was his best friend. Nobody except for Marta and another woman – her neighbor Tammy – doubts his guilt. Ax’s situation is aggravated by the fact that he had already served ten years for his first murder to which he came to a full confession. Now, things are quite different… Detective Mohr is trying to sort out this case, without even taking any monetary reward for his normally expensive service. There is a significant feature in this murder that triggers his interest: the second time Alexander killed one of his friends precisely on Mother’s Day. Why is that? A pure coincidence? Or a murderous pattern?
“You can escape anything,
but not yourself!”
– Detective Andy Mohr