Blessed Are Those Who Thirst opening line: It was so early not even the devil had managed to put on his shoes.
The story revolves around a rape and the lengths a father will go to, to take revenge. The father and the police are investigating the crime from different angles, and the daughter stumbles on the identity of her rapist. Who will get to his home first to take revenge?
The Oslo police are baffled. Crime scenes are being found covered with blood, but there is no victim. Only an odd series of numbers is left behind. When a girl is brutally raped in her apartment, Detective Hanne Wilhelmsen is charged with solving the case. Hanne quickly notices strange similarities with the blood-stained crime scenes. But the victim’s father has started an independent hunt for the rapist…and Hanne will have to race against time to prevent a victim becoming a vigilante.
I think the merit of a good book can first be measured if the frame of reference used is one you are familiar with. In this book, a temperature of 18° Celsius is considered a heat wave. For me, anything up to 30° Celsius is considered normal summer weather. The Daily Mirror compares this author to Stieg Larsson and Jeffery Deaver and I have to disagree. The book was a simple read, with a story line easy to follow. It is short, sweet and contained. The translation is good with the only error being to not place the street number ahead of the street name. This is what I would consider a weekend reading book.
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