By Håkan Nesser, Laurie Thompson
Foreign Bestseller Internationally bestselling writer Häkan Nesser makes his U.S. debut with this riveting story of homicide and suspense that unearths the deep humanity of the characters portrayed whilst it sends chills up the spine. Chief Inspector Van Veeteren is termed to the sleepy coastal city of Kalbringen to aid the neighborhood police within the research of 2 fresh ax murders. quickly the case turns from undesirable to worse whilst one other physique turns up and considered one of Van Veeteren’s colleagues, a tender lady detective, disappears with no hint. Now Van Veeteren needs to locate the killer, and, it's was hoping, his colleague, prior to an individual else involves damage. Riveting and intellectually pleasant, Borkmann’s element unfolds like a chess fit the place each one circulate may end up lethal.
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Asked Van Veeteren, sucking the froth off his beer. “How was that? Well . . a bit distant and supercilious, to tell you the truth. Not easy to talk to. He was always like that. His mind was sort of . . ” That doesn’t surprise me, thought Van Veeteren. ” He pointed. ” “Well, maybe that’s exaggerating it. ” Van Veeteren nodded. “Are you saying that Ernst Simmel was a . . ” Schalke hesitated, but only for a second. “Well, not quite that, I don’t think. I didn’t know him all that well, and he’d been away for several years .
Precisely,” said Beate Moerk. ” b o r k m a n n ’ s p o i n t “He might have just bumped into him,” said Kropke. ” said Moerk. Good, thought Van Veeteren. I wonder if Bausen has entertained the idea of having a female successor? Although it’s not up to him, of course. 6 Four reporters were lying in wait by the front desk, but Bausen was clearly used to sending them packing. “Press conference tomorrow morning, eleven o’clock sharp. ” Van Veeteren declined Bausen’s offer of a modest meal and a lift back to the hotel.
He still had ten months of his sentence left to serve, and the last time he had been out on parole the outcome had left much to be desired. He gazed out to sea. It was just as calm and unfathomable as it had been for the whole of this last week. As if nothing could really make an impression, not even the wind. The waves dying a natural death on the beach seemed to have traveled vast distances bearing neither life nor hope. This is not my sea, Van Veeteren thought to himself. In July, as his vacation had approached, he had been looking forward to these days with Erich.