His former wife had discovered the place. Ruth Hedeby had liked it too after she split up with her husband. That relationship was gone now, soured by work, by his need for distance. So he ate alone most mornings and felt happy that way. A moment of solitary reflection befo...
They bunched together on the hard stone, silent, watched by the sour-faced saints high on Borromoni’s curving façade. It wasn’t a thinking silence, either. That was what worried her most. For the last couple of days she’d started to consider herself a cop, not a pathologist, and this blank inacti...
A man, Brix thought, with secrets too. ‘Raben abandoned the chaplain’s car two kilometres from Hareskoven. He stole an old Volvo nearby. We picked him up around two in the morning. Kept watch.’ ‘Kept watch?’ Brix asked. ‘We were lucky to get sight o...