Beatrice Shay devoted forty years of her life to growing roses, although she never liked these flowers. She spent almost seventy years on the island of Guernsey, although she dreamed of Cambridge or France. Hopes died, people left, war turned its millstones. The world rang, weddings took place, children were born and left home. Only the roses continued to bloom. According to Beatrice Shay, the inhabitants of the island of Guernsey could check their watches. And autumn came again. And the wind dropped the rose petals. And he spread a carpet along the paths and roads... a scarlet, blood-red carpet. But Beatrice Shay did not plant red roses... It is not for nothing that the modern German writer Charlotte Link is called the “queen of crime” and the “master of the psychological thriller.” Her novels are exemplars in terms of genre.