The Snowman (Harry Hole, #7)

by Jo Nesbø

Now he was sitting in Harry’s office with a Rasta hat that made him look more like an undercover narcotics cop than a forensics officer. Two immense fire-engine-red cutlet-shaped sideburns framing Bjørn Holm’s plump, round face emerged from the hat, and his slightly protruding eyes gave him a fishlike expression of constant wonderment.

Being isolated from the dark in a bubble of light didn’t give him a sense of security. Quite the opposite. The certainty that he was the most visible object moving through the forest made him feel naked, vulnerable.

You won’t be able to shut it out in the long term anyway. Take it bit by bit, release it like a dam, don’t let it collect until the wall develops cracks.”