Police: The compelling tenth Harry Hole novel from the No.1 Sunday Times bestseller (Harry Hole, 10)

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And suddenly he was up. The road levelled out, and Lake Maridal was in front of him. He slowed down. He was out of the town. It was absurd, in fact, that after fifteen minutes’ hard cycling from the centre of a European capital city you were surrounded by farms, fields and dense forest with paths disappearing into the dusk. The sweat was making his scalp itch beneath the charcoal-grey Bell helmet – which alone had cost the same as the bike he had bought as a sixth-birthday present for his granddaughter, Line Marie. But he kept the helmet on. Most deaths among cyclists were caused by head injuries. The lactic acid was burning in his thighs and calves now. Painful but also a wonderful promise of what was to come. An endorphin fest. Tender muscles. Good conscience. A beer with his wife on their balcony if the temperature didn’t plummet after sunset. It slowly dawned on Anton. The fast reaction to a missing-person message. The rapidly traced satnav It’s always a good idea to take your own coffee to a crime scene,’ Rasta Hat said. ‘You never know how long you’ll have to stay.’ There were twelve bullets left in the magazine. Three of them had been fired at Kosovo Albanians, rival dope pushers. Only one of the bullets had bitten into flesh.

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Anton heard the buzz of voices from inside the trees. There were lots of them. ‘No one from Kripos or Crime Squad yet?’A fast-paced crime novel with a great deal of exhilaration and suspense… If you are a fan of Nesbo, Police will not dismay." - Dagbladet (Norway) As you wish,’ she said with the irritating self-confidence you have to be under twenty-five to be so presumptuous The gun still smelt of the last three shots, which had hit the head and chest of the ex-police officer Harry Hole during his investigation into the above-mentioned murder of Gusto Hanssen. And the crime scene had been the same: Hausmanns gate 92. Igencsak raffinált módon tálalja Nesbo a történetet. Úgy voltam vele, hogy a korábbi kötet vége nem jelenheti a főszereplő halálát, Harry Hole nem halhat meg, hiszen nélküle nem folytatódhat a sorozat. Sejtettem, hogy valamiféle csali van a „beteg ” körül. Már mindent kigondoltam, sőt a halálát is állítólagosnak gondoltam, hogy aztán jöjjön a nagy csavar. Persze nem ez az egyetlen, ahol Nesbo tévútra vezet. A végén az a templomos jelenet is elég baljóslatú felvezetést kapott, de itt már nem tudott megvezetni a szerző. Annál inkább a többi események során. Kombináltam össze-vissza, mindenki gyanúsnak tűnt, csak éppen arra nem gondoltam, aki szinte végig az orrom előtt volt. The police still hadn’t solved the Hanssen case, and the eighteen-year-old boy who had initially been arrested had been released. Mostly because they hadn’t been able to find, or link him to, any murder weapon. The boy’s name was Oleg Fauke and he woke every night staring into the darkness and hearing the shots. Not those that had killed Gusto, but the others. The ones he had fired at the policeman who had been a father to him when he was growing up. Who he had once dreamt would marry his mother, Rakel. Harry Hole.

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Mona. You can’t be on first-name terms with people without having chatted first. What did she tell you?’ Highly recommend to fans of horror and paranormal who like to have thrilling and spine shivering reads! ’ No one, that is, except the enigmatic Karen, who encourages Richard to pursue clues the police refuse to investigate. He traces the number to an abandoned house in the woods. There he catches a glimpse of a terrifying face in the window. And then the voices start.Sokáig hittem, hogy rossz könyvet vettem meg. Forgattam, elolvastam többször a fülszöveget, de csak nem jött a főhős…ekkor eszembe jutott a közismert norvég közmondás: Türelem Harry Hole-t terem…na erről ennyit. Drugs stuff. High level. If he wakes up he probably has the goods to bring down some important heroin dealers in Oslo. Plus he can tell us who was trying to kill him.’ There’ll be even more officers here soon. The body has just been found. Are you taking over from me?’ Anton stood blinking in the darkness as he watched the rear lights of the ambulance disappearing. And he realised that these were replays, he had seen all this before. The white figures, the Thermos, the feet protruding from under the blanket, he had just seen this at the Rikshospital. As though they all had been portents. The head . . .