Carl Morck used to be one of Copenhagen's best homicide detectives. Then a hail of bullets destroyed the lives of two fellow cops, and Carl--who didn't draw his weapon--blames himself. So a promotion is the last thing he expects. The new Department Q is a department of one, and Carl's got only a stack of Copenhagen's coldest cases for company. When Carl demands an assistant, he gets a lot more than he bargained for--a mysterious Muslim named Hassad who dons rubber gloves to clean thoroughly, makes bad coffee, drives like a madman, and acts like a Syrian Sherlock Holmes. Carl is content to put his feet up and do little or nothing, but Assad digs into the case files. He locates valuable bits of information, smoozes with the secretaries, and goads Carl into acting like a detective. This unlikely pair soon become wrapped up with a challenging cold case--the disappearance five years earlier of Merete Lynggaard, a beautiful, talented, and dedicated young politician. Did Merete fall overboard while she was a passenger on a ferry? Did she commit suicide? Or did someone abduct her? Is she really dead? This is Scandinavian crime fiction at its best.
~ Katherine
1 comment:
Katherine,
This books sounds fantastic! I'm putting it on my list :) Thanks! Suzanne
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