A cast of characters straight out of a Dickens novel populates a narrative that reads like a Tim Burton version of Hitchock’s Rear Window. A hardscrabble janitor makes sausage (or something bloody) in a bathtub in the basement of the complex. A hunchbacked girl, whose father drinks too much, may know too much. A mime who works at a seedy cabaret on the wrong side of town exposes himself at his window after work and could be holding a woman prisoner in his apartment. A Japanese trumpet player living in the turret of the building is often heard, seldom seen, and naturally a source of suspicion. Nazi Party members, including a professor driven from his medical practice by accusations of child rape and a detective too eager to abuse power, are each important players in the tale. Revealing too much here would spoil the surprising twists of fact and fate that led me further into the intrigue of the story. Do not expect a happy ending.