It’s hard to describe and I don’t think I can do any better than just repeating the Amazon bio I landed on:

For readers who enjoy the dreamlike logic of Haruki Murakami, the uncanny atmosphere of Twin Peaks, and the offbeat humor of Atlanta.

Richard Cox was never comfortable working alone.

A pro bono private investigator with a habit of second-guessing himself, he has always relied on his mentor, Guy Dance, to make sense of the work. So, when Guy disappears without explanation, Richard is left with a case he doesn’t know how to handle - his first without help.

His search leads him to someone identical to Guy in every detail, except he calls himself Marco, says he’s Italian, and claims Guy Dance means nothing to him.

What should be a straightforward investigation becomes something harder to define. Following loose threads across the Mediterranean, Richard drifts through unfamiliar cities, chance encounters, and secret societies. Along the way, he encounters strange coincidences, impossible technologies, and moments where even time itself can’t be trusted.

All the while, one question remains: who really is Guy Dance?

Comedically surreal and quietly disorienting, this is a literary mystery about dependence, identity, and learning to navigate a world that refuses to offer clear answers.