The Chestnut Man

by Søren Sveistrup

where the rain falls like bolts of iron and pins everything to the ground.

Nylander has seen the pictures too, but they don’t affect him. When he first started as a policeman, it disconcerted him that he was left unmoved by that sort of stuff, but now he merely sees it as an advantage.

Hess couldn’t have agreed more with his last sentence, yet he still can’t help wondering what a guy like Sejer-Lassen had hoped for out of life if it wasn’t a trophy wife, a family, and a house worth over thirty-five million kroner.

He was thinking of the evidence with a tingle of happiness in his belly, but when he finishes speaking he can see in Rosa Hartung’s eyes that he has snuffed out her last hope. She looks at him without seeing him, and suddenly he finds it hard to imagine that this human being will ever heal. It throws him, makes him embarrassed.

and she took his comment to mean that Nylander now felt the balance of power between the departments had shifted, and that Thulin ought to be regretting her choice.

She is overpowered by the sense that she deserves to be here. It is her fault, and she deserves her punishment.