One afternoon after school, nine-year-old Emilie doesn't come home. Her father finds the backpack from her late mother, that would never be abandoned willingly. A week later, a five-year-old boy goes missing. And then another child. Meanwhile, Johanne Vik, a former FBI profiler with a troubled p...
Book Review "I'm the new boy!" With resolute strides he stomped in the middle of the floor, where he remained standing while the snow from his enormous tennis shoes formed little puddles around his feet. His legs wide apart, as though to conceal the knock-kneed cross formed by his legs, he t...
Something terrifying is happening all over Oslo: celebrities are turning up dead in macabre ways. A talk show host has her tongue cut out, a politician crucified with a copy of the Koran stuffed inside of her, a literary critic stabbed in the eye with a pen. The killer is sending a message - but ...
One afternoon after school, nine-year-old Emilie doesn't come home. Her father finds the backpack from her late mother, that would never be abandoned willingly. A week later, a five-year-old boy goes missing. And then another child. Meanwhile, Johanne Vik, a former FBI profiler with a troubled ...
There were 269 people on board when the train, due to a meteorological phenomenon which I have not yet understood completely, came off the rails and missed the tunnel through Finsenut. A dead train driver comprises only 0.37 per cent of this number of people. Given the circumstances, in other wor...
The sun had poured its warmth over the country and the bright green trees of springtime. The royal family stood steadfastly waving from their vast balcony. Tired, sullen children in mini–folk costumes with ice cream splashes trailed their little flags along the ground, despite the encouraging che...
The banks of snow were several meters high in a number of places. Everything outdoors sounded muffled. The window in Hanne Wilhelmsen’s office was opened slightly, but not even the rumble of trucks in Schweigaards gate reached all the way to the heights where police headquarters curved between a ...
She was asleep. ‘The NCIS?’ he repeated, in a daze. ‘You never help the Oslo Police with murders.’ ‘Yes, we do.’ ‘But not with tactical investigations.’ ‘Well, I…’ ‘Listen to me, then!’ He lay back down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. ‘I’m listening.’ ‘Maybe the killer wants to take on more...
‘Neither of us,’ Hanne Wilhelmsen said quietly. ‘Not yet.’ The American president was sitting on a bright red sofa with a glass of water in her hand. The smell of excrement, urine and fear was so strong that Mary, without any particular discretion, had opened the sitting room window as far as it ...
Edvard “Teddy” Larsen had to engage his brain to avoid heaving a sigh of relief as he passed the flock of photographers crowding round the door to the large room as they waited for the minister to appear. He had had to draw on his many years of finely honed ingenuity and cunning to make her under...
The editorial desk had produced one of the pictures of Ludvig Sandersen’s corpse they had used before, and mounted it beside an old archive photograph of Hans Olsen. It must have been taken more than ten years earlier, rather fuzzy and presumably an enlargement from what had originally been a gro...
His mother-in-law, who was sitting opposite him at the oval dining table, pursed her lips and turned her head away, raising her eyebrows. Her husband had already had a little too much to drink. He pointed at his son-in-law with both his knife and fork. ‘That’s my boy! Real men eat every bit of th...