The Redeemer: A Harry Hole Novel (6) (Harry Hole Series)
Don Bartlett
Language: English
Pages: 512
ISBN: 0307742989
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The crime is simple—the motive is anything but.
Shots ring out at a Salvation Army Christmas concert in Oslo, leaving one of the singers dead in the street. The trail will lead Harry Hole, Oslo’s best investigator and worst civil servant, deep into the darkest corners of the city and, eventually, to Croatia.
An assassin forged in the war-torn region has been brought to Oslo to settle an old debt. As the police circle in, the killer becomes increasingly desperate and the danger mounts for Harry and his colleagues.
be a diplomatic incident. And I’ll be without a job.’ She produced a pair of glasses. ‘So you’re putting yourself forward as a hostage? Do you think that sounds credible, Mr …’ She placed the glasses on her nose and read the passport: ‘Harry Hole.’ ‘That’s my stake in the deal.’ She nodded. ‘I understand. And do you know what?’ She took off her glasses. ‘I might have been willing to do a deal, but what good is it if I can’t call him back?’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘I don’t know where he is.’
may even buy back Østgård. If this sale had taken place ten years ago, we would have had to employ all sorts of advisers to accomplish it. But with people like Jon we have the skills in our own ranks.’ ‘Do you mean Jon has steered the sale through?’ ‘No, not at all, the sale was approved at board level. But without his spadework and persuasive conclusions I really don’t believe we would have dared to do it. Jon is a man of the future for us. Not to say a man of the present. And the best proof
between tram rails, cars and people. But he couldn’t see a phone booth anywhere, as the receptionist had said. At the end of the square, by a shelter, there was a throng of people. He went closer. Several of them had stuck their hoody-clad heads together and were talking. Perhaps they came from the same place, or they were neighbours waiting for the same bus. It reminded him of something else, though. He spotted things changing hands, skinny men hurrying away with their backs bent into the
provided in the kitchenette. On the almost empty bookshelf there was a photograph of a man in a Salvation Army uniform looking out into space with an authoritative air. ‘Your father?’ Harry asked. ‘Yes,’ Jon answered, taking two mugs from the kitchen cupboard and pouring from a brown, stained coffee jug. ‘You look very similar.’ ‘Thank you,’ said Jon. ‘I hope that’s true.’ He brought the mugs in and deposited them on the coffee table next to the fresh carton of milk, among the collection of
friends, and vice versa, were standing with their heads together in a huddle. When it came down to it, they were all herd animals. Then – after six American lagers and a growing suspicion that Mads Gilstrup was homosexual – the wild horse ventured out into open terrain and two lagers later they left the party. She let him mount her, but in her best friend’s bed. After all, it had cost her an expensive pair of shoes. And when, three minutes later, Ragnhild wiped him off with her room-mate’s