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Godfather of Swedish Crime' (Metro), Hakan Nesser, is back with the second installment in the Inspector Barbarotti series, The Root of Evil.
July 2007. A letter arrives on Inspector Barbarotti’s doorstep detailing a murder that is about to take place in his own quiet Swedish town. By the time the police track down the subject of the letter, he is already dead.
So when a second letter arrives, then a third, and a fourth, it’s a game of cat and mouse to stop the killer before he can make good on all of his promises.
Meanwhile, an anonymous diary is unearthed depicting the incidents of a two week holiday in France five years earlier, and it doesn’t take Barbarotti long to realize the people populating the diary are the ones whose lives are now in the balance . . .
431 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2007
“The sense of it in actual fact being this self-willed, cold-blooded perpetrator who was choreographing the whole investigation began to seem inescapable.”Ahhh, a Swedish crime novel… Scandi noir.
“Well, the way I see it, even if ten cops slave away for a hundred days and interview a thousand people, it doesn’t always help.”
(From thomaskinkade.com - “The Beach at Nice”)
* “He had a so-called deal with Our Lord, in which Our Lord had to show his existence by heeding at least a reasonable proportion of the prayers his humble servant, Detective Inspector Barbarotti, sent up to him. Then points were awarded: plus points for Our Lord if Barbarotti’s prayers were answered, minus if they were not.”
“So if I can just summarize for a moment,’ she said, stretching a little in her seat, ‘a variety of things have exercised a negative influence on your life in recent months. Your daughter’s left home. You feel lonely and aren’t happy with your job. You’ve found a new woman, but you’re not sure whether she really wants to live with you. You’re receiving strange letters from a murderer. You’ve been reported to the police for hitting a reporter and you’ve been suspended from work. Have I got that more or less right?”
“Why? Why the hell write a letter giving the name of your intended victim?
And why send it to him? Detective Inspector Gunnar Barbarotti? At his home address?
Was it just to tease them? Did it have any real significance at all? Did this person actually know Barbarotti?
And – last but not least – did Barbarotti know the murderer?”