By Lars Kepler
Lars Kepler returns with an the world over bestselling persist with as much as the wildly profitable debut mystery The Hypnotist.
He is familiar with your darkest desires. Then he makes them come true.
After spellbinding audiences in The Hypnotist, Detective Inspector Joona Linna is again in The Nightmare, which has already offered 190,000 copies in Sweden only one week after publication.
On a summer time evening, police get better the physique of a tender girl from an deserted excitement boat drifting round the Stockholm archipelago. Her lungs are packed with brackish water, and the forensics crew is bound that she drowned. Why, then, is the excitement boat nonetheless afloat, and why are there no strains of water on her outfits or physique? day after today, a guy turns up useless in his country condominium in Stockholm, placing from a lamphook within the ceiling. All symptoms element to suicide, however the room has a excessive ceiling, and there's now not a unmarried piece of furnishings round -- not anything to climb on.b Joona Linna starts to piece jointly the 2 mysteries, however the logistics are an insignificant prelude to a dizzying and hazardous process occasions. At its middle, the main scary point of The Nightmare isn't its ugly crimes -- it's the darkish psychology of its characters, who exhibit us how blind we're to our personal causes.
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My knowledge of the Civil War was sketchy, but I guessed it might have been Marston Moor. I added the latest waking dream to my notebook, still in a trance. The doctor was a dowsing rod, maybe, a channel for me to make contact with the boy. Alison’s curiosity about my trade was strong enough to provide an excuse for an excursion. I offered to take her out on a necessary but non-urgent trip to examine a couple of sites on behalf of the Bury St Edmunds amateur archaeology group. It was unpaid, so I’d been putting it off, and they were probably despairing of their chances of ever getting on Time Team.
I’d never got around to redecorating; I’d always felt I was camping out in that house. So I led Alison out to my shed, to give her an idea of my own taste. Alison’s eyes widened with pleasure when she saw my woodworking tools arrayed along one wall, and the chessboard hanging among them. “Joe, that’s marvellous,” she said. ” I nodded. The pieces were tucked away in a box, and I hesitated to bring them out. Instead I switched on the light boxes, to show off the bottles gleaming in their many hues around the other two walls.
What we probably have here is an older burial, could be Bronze Age, there may be pottery goods. ” “Ah, bones now, that’s a moot point. ” I considered this, looking at my hands. “It’s different. But there will be a dominant one, usually the metal if there’s any there; that’ll be the one I sense, and anything less definite like glass will be like a whiff of another scent that you can’t quite place. ” We moved on to another nearby site, on the same hilltop but in another field. I knew from the definite twitch of the rods that there was more than just disturbed earth below the flat surface.