The Redeemer (Harry Hole, #6)

by Jo Nesbø

They were on the move now, and he no longer felt the northerly wind or the onslaught of snow needles. Now and then the job gave him moments of unalloyed pleasure.

Harry hung up, wondering why he hadn’t told Skarre he was pleased with his work. He could have done that. Was he becoming mean in his old age? No, he thought, as he took the four kroner in change from the taxi driver; he had always been mean.

Not the sympathy he could feel for the victim or for the next of kin, but for the person who for one heartrending moment sees his own pathetic humanity.

“My point is that you soon become lonely if you want to use your own brain to find answers.”

we are like the rest of society. Stupid, self-assured men ruling over smart women with a fear of heights.”