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Speaker 1: Icy's audio books presents an unabridged recording of The Snowman, written by Yoh Nisbe, read by Sean Barrett.
Speaker 1: The moral right of the author has been asserted, this performance is owned by Icy's publishing limited.
Speaker 1: Part 1 Part 1 Wednesday 5th November 1980 The Snowman It was the day t... | null | |
Speaker 1: are five between the detached houses in Kolovene, the November snow was lying like a down-dovey over the rolling countryside. She was thinking that the houses looked different in daylight.
Speaker 1: So different that she almost passed his drive. The car skidded as she applied the brakes, and she heard a gr... | null | |
Speaker 1: issues up to the door she had been through so many times, but never like this, not in the middle of the day, in full view of all the neighbours' prying eyes. Not that late night visits would see many more innocent, but for some reason acts of this kind felt more appropriate when performed after the fall of d... | null | |
Speaker 1: refrain he had tired of long ago. His hand sought familiar paths of which they never tired.
Speaker 1: No, you don't. She whispered into his ear, but you want to. You don't dare any longer.
Speaker 1: This has nothing to do with you and me. She could hear the irritation creeping into his voice at the same ... | null | |
Speaker 1: Did you park in front of the garage? He asked with a firm tweak. She nodded and felt the pain shoot into her head like a dart of pleasure. Her sex had already opened for the fingers which would soon be there. My son's waiting in the car. His hand came to an abrupt halt. She knows nothing. She groaned, sensin... | null | |
Speaker 1: his cheek. She smiled, grabbed his thick black hair, and pulled his face down to hers.
Speaker 1: "'You can go,' she hissed, but first you have to shag me. Is that understood?' She felt his breath against her face. It was coming in hefty gasp snar. Again she slapped him with her free hand, and his dick was ... | null | |
Speaker 1: To begin with, she had thought it strange, but after a while she had begun to like the sight of unbroken white skin over his petrol muscles.
Speaker 1: It reminded her of old statues, where the nipples had been omitted out of consideration for public modesty.
Speaker 1: His groans were getting louder.
Spe... | null | |
Speaker 1: She closed her eyes, but the roar didn't come. He had stopped.
Speaker 1: What's up? She asked, opening her eyes. His features were distorted all right, but not with pleasure.
Speaker 1: A face. He whispered. She flinched. Where? Outside the window.
Speaker 1: The window was at the other end of the bed, r... | null | |
Speaker 1: And there, there was the face. She laughed out loud with relief. The face was white, with eyes and a mouth made with black pebbles, probably from the drive, and arms made from twigs off the apple trees.
Speaker 1: Huffins, she gasped. It's only a snowman. Then her laugh turned into tears. She sobbed helples... | null | |
Speaker 1: She peered in at him through steamed-up windows. He only opened it when she knocked on the glass. She sat in the driver's seat. The radio was silent and it was ice-cold inside.
Speaker 1: The key was on the passenger seat. She turned to him. Her son was pale and his lower lip was trembling.
Speaker 1: Is t... | null | |
Speaker 1: Oh, man! There was no response from the engine, and panic gripped her without warning.
Speaker 1: Quite what she was afraid of, she didn't know.
Speaker 1: She stared out of the windscreen and turned the key again.
Speaker 1: At the battery died.
Speaker 1: And what did the snowman look like? She asked, ... | null | |
Speaker 1: Last night, Ronald Reagan had beaten Jimmy Carter in the American election.
Speaker 1: The boy said something again, and she glanced in the mirror.
Speaker 1: What did you say? She said in a loud voice.
Speaker 1: He defeated it, but still she couldn't hear.
Speaker 1: She turned down the radio while hea... | null | |
Speaker 1: voice that had awoken him. It announced that the American people would decide today whether their president for the next four years would again be George Walker Bush.
Speaker 1: November. Hurry was thinking they were definitely heading for dark times.
Speaker 1: He threw off the duvet and placed his feet o... | null | |
Speaker 1: that he had turned forty. Whether the wrinkles would be eye-and-out and peace would fall over the hunted expression he worked with after nights of being ridden by nightmares, which was most nights. For he avoided mirrors after he left his small Spartan flat in Sophie's Gata to become Inspector Hula of the Cr... | null | |
Speaker 1: A frenzy some maintained. As well as cycling, he had started to lift weights in the fitness room in the bowels of police HQ. He liked the burning pain and the repressed thoughts.
Speaker 1: Nevertheless, he just became Lena. The fact disappeared, and his muscles were layered between skin and bone. And well ... | null | |
Speaker 1: who had come in the night. He thought of the letter. He did occasionally get such letters, but this one had been special. He had mentioned to Wumba.
Speaker 1: On the radio and nature program had started, and an enthusiastic voice was waxing lyrical about seals. Every summer, bare house seals collect in the... | null | |
Speaker 1: was hitting full setter with excitement, but before the seals leave the bearing straits to search for food in the open sea, the male will try to kill the female.
Speaker 1: Why? Because a female bear house seal will never make twice with the same male.
Speaker 1: For her this is about spreading the biologi... | null | |
Speaker 1: They're from the one they, and for the matter the postulated fathers think.
Speaker 1: Twenty percent, that's every fifth child, living a lie, and ensuring biological diversity.
Speaker 1: Harry fiddled with the frequency dial to find some tolerable music.
Speaker 1: He stopped at an ageing Johnny Cash's ... | null | |
Speaker 1: to explain further, but nothing was forthcoming, just this clear, open expression.
Speaker 1: That, Harry said, strictly speaking, is a private matter.
Speaker 1: The man gave the suggestion of a smile in response to a joke he was heartily sick of hearing.
Speaker 1: Fungus in your flat, mold.
Speaker 1:... | null | |
Speaker 1: Irish. May I take a peep at your kitchen?" Harry stepped to the side. The man powered into the kitchen, where at once he pressed an orange hair dryer like apparatus against the wall. It squeaked twice.
Speaker 1: Damn, detector! The man said, studying something that was obviously an indicator. Just as I tho... | null | |
Speaker 1: There was a sound like a groan, as the knife went through the plasterboard behind the wall-paper.
Speaker 1: The man pulled out the knife, thrusted in again, and bent back a powdery piece of plaster, leaving a large gap in the wall. Then he whipped out a small pen-light and shone it into the cavity. A deep ... | null | |
Speaker 1: means trouble, right?" Harry asked, trying to remember how much he had left in his bank account after he and his father had sponsored a trip to Spain for cease, his little sister, who had what she deferred to as a touch of down syndrome.
Speaker 1: It's not like real dry rot, the block won't collapse, the m... | null | |
Speaker 1: Harry found the spare set of keys in the kitchen drawer and passed them to him.
Speaker 1: It'll just be me, the man said. I should mention that in passing. Lots of strange things going on out there. Oh, there. Harry smiled sadly, staring out of the window.
Speaker 1: Hey? Nothing, Harry said. There's noth... | null | |
Speaker 1: Art looked like a deceased shrouded chattels.
Speaker 1: Harry walked up the black strip of tarmac to the main entrance and entered the central hall where Cody Christensen's porcelain wall decoration with running water whispered its eternal secrets.
Speaker 1: He nodded to the security guard in reception a... | null | |
Speaker 1: Harry entered his new office, which he knew would be known as that forever, the way the 50-year-old home-ground of Barcelona football club was still called Camp No, Catalan for New Stadium. He dropped on to his chair, switched on the radio, and nodded good morning to the photos perched on the bookcase and pr... | null | |
Speaker 1: volume, until the voices bounced off the brick walls, and grabbed his peerless handcuffs lying on the new desk. He practiced speed-cuffing on the table-leg, which was already splintered as a result of this bad habit he had picked up on the FBI course in Chicago, and perfected during lonely evenings in a lous... | null | |
Speaker 1: go about George Bush, our Ristup.
Speaker 1: Because we're an overprotected nation which has never fought in any wars, we've been happy to let others do it for us.
Speaker 1: England, the Soviet Union, and America? Yes, ever since the Napoleonic Wars we've hidden behind the backs of our elder brothers.
Sp... | null | |
Speaker 1: Now he knew better.
Speaker 1: And the bodyguard is Bush and the USA, the host asked.
Speaker 1: Yes, Lyndon B. Johnson once said that the US hadn't chosen its role, but he had realized there was no one else, and he was right.
Speaker 1: Our bodyguard is a born-again Christian with a father complex, a dri... | null | |
Speaker 1: The Curity is in the best possible hands.
Speaker 1: A girlfriend of a girlfriend has had sex with you? ''Really,'' said Harry.
Speaker 1: ''Not you,'' Rackle said.
Speaker 1: ''I'm talking to the other guy.
Speaker 1: Step.'' ''Sorry,'' Harry said, turning down the radio.
Speaker 1: After a lecture in ... | null | |
Speaker 1: After they had run off, Harry sat thinking. She had sounded pleased, or bright. Bright and cheery. He tried to sense if he had succeeded in being pleased on her behalf, pleased that the woman he had loved so much was happy with another man.
Speaker 1: Rukkel and he had had their time, and he had been given ... | null | |
Speaker 1: was present, and gave a report on a woman who had been missing from her home for a year.
Speaker 1: Not a trace of violence, not a trace of the perpetrator, and not a trace of her. She was a housewife, and had last been seen at the nursery, where she had left her son and daughter in the morning. Her husband... | null | |
Speaker 1: Er, Guna Hagen announced, Katrina Bratt.
Speaker 1: A young woman in the first row stood up unbidden, but without offering a smile.
Speaker 1: She was very attractive, attractive without trying, thought Harry.
Speaker 1: Thin, almost wispy hair hung lifelessly down both sides of her face, which was finall... | null | |
Speaker 1: New with public decency offenses, but she also did a stint at Climbscourt.
Speaker 1: Hagen continued, looking down at a sheet of paper Harry presumed was her CV.
Speaker 1: Lorde agree from Bergen University in 1999, police college, and now she's an officer here.
Speaker 1: For the moment no children, bu... | null | |
Speaker 1: Or you to me," she said, showing a line of even teeth, but without letting the smile reach her eyes. Whichever way you look at it. She spoke bergen-flavored standard Norwegian with moderately rolled ours, which suggested Harry wedged that she was from Fauna or Calfarid, or some other solidly middle-class dis... | null | |
Speaker 1: I don't drink coffee.
Speaker 1: Nevertheless, it's self-explanatory, like most things here.
Speaker 1: What are your thoughts on the case of the missing woman? Harry pressed the button for Americana, which in this machine was as American as Norwegian ferry coffee.
Speaker 1: What about it? Brat asked.
S... | null | |
Speaker 1: The snow was gone from the pavements and streets, and the light flimsy flakes whirling through the air were eaten up by the wet tarmac as soon as they hit the ground. He went into his regular music shop in Arcasgata and bought Neil Young's latest, even though he had a suspicion it was a stinker. As he unlock... | null | |
Speaker 1: Harry closed his eyes and stared at the dancing pattern of blood and total blindness.
Speaker 1: He was reminded of the letter again, the first snow, to Wumber.
Speaker 1: The ringing of the telephone interrupted Ryan Adams's shake down on 9th Street.
Speaker 1: A woman introduced herself as order, said s... | null | |
Speaker 1: was that he'd had a drink before going on air. Harry was convinced that it had only been one, but on the programme it looked as if it had been five. He had spoken with clear diction, he always did, but his eyes had been glazed, his analysis sluggish, and he hadn't managed to draw any conclusions, so the show... | null | |
Speaker 1: with them at Kunst Nerneshus, had been indulged, and had woken up the next day with a body from which every fiber of his being screamed, demanded, had to have more. It was a Friday, and he had continued to drink all weekend. He had sat at shrewdness and shouted for beer as they were flashing the lights to en... | null | |
Speaker 1: middle-class people into killing machines.
Speaker 1: Harry interrupted her before she was finished.
Speaker 1: No.
Speaker 1: But we would so much like to have you—you're so—so—rock and roll! She laughed with an enthusiasm whose sincerity he could not be sure of, but he recognized her voice now.
Speaker... | null | |
Speaker 1: such a brain. He had asked her why she said he was a brain, and not that he had a brain, and when she had laughed, she had stroked his forehead and said, that was the way it was with physics professors. Right now the brain was rinsing potatoes under the tap and putting them straight into a pan.
Speaker 1: A... | null | |
Speaker 1: buckled.
Speaker 1: It's those plates.
Speaker 1: Not them plates, as Father said.
Speaker 1: How many times do I have to tell you, Jonas? But Mummy says Mummy doesn't speak properly.
Speaker 1: Do you understand? Mummy comes from a place and a family where they're not bothered about language.
Speaker 1... | null | |
Speaker 1: almost. She wasn't quite as slim as in the photos from the time she and Dad got married, but he had noticed that men looked at her whenever the two of them took a stroll in town.
Speaker 1: "'We haven't made a snowman,' Yona said. "'Haven't you?' His mummy frowned as she unfilled the big pink scarf he had g... | null | |
Speaker 1: towards the open space.
Speaker 1: Why? Jonas began, but was interrupted by his father.
Speaker 1: I'll talk to them.
Speaker 1: Why's that? Mummy said from the hall where Jonas could hear, unzipping, a high, black leather boots.
Speaker 1: It doesn't matter! I don't want that sort roaming around our pro... | null | |
Speaker 1: He'll have to go to Bergen tonight, already.
Speaker 1: My lectures at eight tomorrow, Dad said, it takes an hour to get to the university from the time the plane lands, so I wouldn't make it if I caught the first light tomorrow.
Speaker 1: Jonas could see from the muscles in his father's neck that he was ... | null | |
Speaker 1: When Jonas was in bed, on the floor below he heard his father say good-bye to his mother, a door closed, and the car start up outside and fade into the distance.
Speaker 1: They were alone again.
Speaker 1: His mother switched on the TV.
Speaker 1: He thought about something she had asked.
Speaker 1: Why... | null | |
Speaker 1: from behind a cloud. The black row of teeth came into view, and the eyes. Jonas automatically sucked in his breath and recoiled two steps. The pedal eyes were gleaming, and they were not staring into the house. They were looking up, up here. Jonas drew the curtains and crept back into bed.
Speaker 1: CHAPTE... | null | |
Speaker 1: who Harry knew had been brought back in from the cold by arbiters of good country and western taste, was whining over the large speakers with her nasal southern accent.
Speaker 1: Harry checked his watch again and had a wager with himself that Raka Falker would be standing at the door at exactly seven minut... | null | |
Speaker 1: with whom he had gradually developed bonds that in many ways were stronger than those with his own father. And when Raquel had, in the end, been unable to tolerate any more and had left, he didn't know whose loss had been greater. But now he knew. For now it was seven minutes past eight, and she was standing... | null | |
Speaker 1: Lagsed.
Speaker 1: Don't, she said.
Speaker 1: He knew exactly what her don't meant.
Speaker 1: Don't start.
Speaker 1: Don't be embarrassing.
Speaker 1: We're not going there.
Speaker 1: She had said it softly.
Speaker 1: It was practically inaudible.
Speaker 1: Yet it felt like a stinging slab.
Sp... | null | |
Speaker 1: Colors and memory. The fungus is growing, I'm disappearing. It's becoming me, I'm becoming it.
Speaker 1: What are you babbling about? She exclaimed with a grim as cemented in a disgust, but Harry caught the smile in her eyes. She liked to hear him talking, even when it was just gobbledy-gook. He told her a... | null | |
Speaker 1: Doctor. His name's Matthias. Rackel said with a sigh. They're working on it. They're different.
Speaker 1: Matthias tries hard, but Oleg doesn't exactly make it easy for him.
Speaker 1: Harry experienced a sweet tingle of satisfaction.
Speaker 1: Matthias works long hours as well. Now I thought you didn't... | null | |
Speaker 1: throat. But your doctor is driven by the right things, then. Matthias still does the night shift at A&D, voluntary, at the same time as lecturing full-time at the anatomy department. And he's a blood donor and a member of Amnesty International. She sighed, be negative is a rare blood group, Harry, and you al... | null | |
Speaker 1: Magnus Gara studied the hot water running over his hands and into the sink.
Speaker 1: Where it disappeared.
Speaker 1: No, nothing disappeared.
Speaker 1: It was just somewhere else.
Speaker 1: Like these people about whom he had spent the past few weeks collecting information, because Harry had asked h... | null | |
Speaker 1: Katrina Bratt was standing in the middle of the room, and launched at him with a funneled bra, as if it was he who had burst into her office. She turned her back on him.
Speaker 1: I just wanted to see, she said, casting her eye over the walls.
Speaker 1: See what? Scarra looked around. His office was like... | null | |
Speaker 1: were killed. Magna Scara put his hands behind his head. This new officer had class, illegal to above him. He better husband was the boss of something or other and had money, as suit seemed expensive. But when he looked at her a bit closer there was a little floor somewhere.
Speaker 1: A slight blemish he co... | null | |
Speaker 1: Okay, he gave them jobs to do and led investigations but beyond that, all he asked was that they kept out of his way.
Speaker 1: He is, as you probably know, somewhat infamous, Scara said.
Speaker 1: She shrugged.
Speaker 1: I've heard about his alcoholism, yes, and that he has reported colleagues, and th... | null | |
Speaker 1: disc, stretched, and gave a sort of yawn.
Speaker 1: What are you working on, Solete at night? It was an attempt to gain the upper hand.
Speaker 1: After all, she was only a low-ranking detective, and knew.
Speaker 1: But Katrina brought just smiled as if he had said something funny, walked out of the doo... | null | |
Speaker 1: And he had answered that he had met his childhood pals, Eustaine and Tresco. The former was an alky taxi-driving computer freak, to latter an alky gambler who would have been the world poker champion if he had been as good at maintaining his own poker face as he was greeting others. He had even begun to tell... | null | |
Speaker 1: Usually made him laugh, slipknot was, in fact, interesting.
Speaker 1: Howdy threw off the duvet and went into the kitchen, let the water from the tarp run cold, cupped his hands and drank.
Speaker 1: He had always thought water tasted better like that, drunk from his own hands, off his own skin.
Speaker ... | null | |
Speaker 1: Baird and pulled the duvet over his head.
Speaker 1: Yolus was a work on Baird's sound and lifted the duvet of his face.
Speaker 1: At least he thought it had been a sound, a crunching sound like sticky snow under foot in the silence between the houses on a Sunday morning.
Speaker 1: He must have been dre... | null | |
Speaker 1: and pressing down the handle with infinite caution.
Speaker 1: Then he remembered that he start was away, and he would wake his mum whatever he did.
Speaker 1: He slipped inside, a white square of moonlight extended across the floor to the undisturbed double bed.
Speaker 1: The numbers on the digital alar... | null | |
Speaker 1: He felt something wet under his feet, the same on the sixth and the eighth, as if someone had been walking with wet shoes or wet feet.
Speaker 1: In the living room the light was on, but there was no mummy.
Speaker 1: He went to the window to look at the Bendigson's house.
Speaker 1: Mummy occasionally we... | null | |
Speaker 1: mumbled in the oak tree by the gate. It was no more than a hundred meters to the Bendixen's house. Unfortunately, there were two street lamps on the way. She had to be there. It lounced to the left and to the right to make sure there was no one who could stop him.
Speaker 1: Then he caught sight of the snow... | null | |
Speaker 1: Christmas, end of CD1. | null | |
Speaker 1: to the snowman, with a slight list and poor future prospects.
Speaker 1: Scara opened the door. Harry bent and studied the lock.
Speaker 1: No signs of a break in anywhere," Scara said.
Speaker 1: He led them into the living room, where a boy was sitting on the floor with his back to them, watching a cart... | null | |
Speaker 1: and so very modern again.
Speaker 1: Ten years, said Everbendingson, we moved into our house over the road the day Jonas was born.
Speaker 1: She nodded towards the boy, who was still motionless, staring at careering birds and exploding wolves.
Speaker 1: I understand it was you who rang the police last n... | null | |
Speaker 1: It out of ten cases he explained, the missing person reappeared after a few hours.
Speaker 1: We tried to get hold of Philip, the husband, Skara interjected.
Speaker 1: He was in Bergen lecturing.
Speaker 1: He's a professor of something or other.
Speaker 1: Physics, everbending since mild.
Speaker 1: H... | null | |
Speaker 1: The boy shook his head, but they too, and he said, if you had to guess, where do you think your mother would be now? The boy shrugged.
Speaker 1: I don't know where she is.
Speaker 1: I know you don't know, Jonas.
Speaker 1: None of us does right now, but what's the first place that would occur to you if ... | null | |
Speaker 1: and the anger he had not.
Speaker 1: Why did they go?" the boy asked, the ones who come back.
Speaker 1: Same eyes, Harry thought, same questions, the important ones.
Speaker 1: For all sorts of reasons, Harry said, some got lost, there are various ways of getting lost, and some only needed a break and we... | null | |
Speaker 1: as if to tell the others in the room what a hopeless job raising children was nowadays.
Speaker 1: Harry stood up and introduced himself, Magnus Skada and Katrina Brat, who until now had many stood by the door observing. Philip Becker, the man said, pushing his glasses, although they were already high up hi... | null | |
Speaker 1: First floor. Harry crouched down beside Jonas, who was still staring at the black TV screen.
Speaker 1: So you like robe runners, do you? Harry asked. The boy shook his head mutely.
Speaker 1: Why not? Jonas' whisper was barely audible.
Speaker 1: I feel sorry for Wily coyote.
Speaker 1: Five minutes lat... | null | |
Speaker 1: It had sunk between its shoulders.
Speaker 1: When did you leave last night on which flight did you take to Bergen, Harry asked? I left it around half past nine, Becker said, without hesitation.
Speaker 1: The plane went at five minutes past eleven.
Speaker 1: Did you have any contact with Peter after lea... | null | |
Speaker 1: may be having an affair, I'm been on to you. That's out of the question. Out of the question is pretty strong, how becker, and extra-marital relationships are pretty common.
Speaker 1: Philip Becker gave a week's smile. I'm not naive, Inspector, be it as an attractive woman and a good deal younger than me, ... | null | |
Speaker 1: Would you mind if I had a look around the house? Why's that? There was a bruistness to Philip Becker's question that made Harry think he was a man who was used to being in control, to being kept informed, and that argued against his wife having left without a word, which, for that matter, Harry had already e... | null | |
Speaker 1: Cleared-leam.
Speaker 1: By all means, Becker said, go ahead.
Speaker 1: The bedroom was chilly, aroma-free, and tidy.
Speaker 1: On the double bed was a crocheted quilt.
Speaker 1: On one bedside table a photograph of an elderly woman.
Speaker 1: The similarity led Harry to assume this side of the bed ... | null | |
Speaker 1: Gordy ring with precious stones that glittered and sparkled. Everything here was a bit vagus.
Speaker 1: There were no empty gaps in the felt. The bedroom had a door leading into a newly decorated bathroom with a steam shower and two steel washstands. In Eunice's room Harry sat down on a small chair by a sm... | null | |
Speaker 1: dead wearing. How he lifted the scarf. It was damp, but he could still smell the distinctive fragrance of skin, hair, and feminine perfume. The same perfume was in the wardrobe.
Speaker 1: He went back downstairs, stopped outside the kitchen and listened to Scarter holding forth on procedures regarding miss... | null | |
Speaker 1: me examined. Mum, his voice suddenly failed him. She'll be back soon, you'll see, how he said, putting a hand on his narrow shoulders. She didn't take the scarf with her, did she? The pink one on your bed. Someone hung it round the snowman's neck, Eunice said. I brought it in. Your mother didn't want the sno... | null | |
Speaker 1: Harry and Katrina drove down Sir Cadol's vein towards Mayer's tomb.
Speaker 1: What was the first thing that struck you when we went in, Harry asked? That the couple living there were not exactly soulmates, Katrina said, steering through the toll booth without breaking, but may have been on a happy marriage... | null | |
Speaker 1: smoth. It was a linguistic counterpoint that merely underlined her class affiliation.
Speaker 1: Meaning? That big house at that Oslo address means it's not money that's the problem.
Speaker 1: She isn't allowed to change his sofa and table. And when a man with no taste or no apparent interest in interior ... | null | |
Speaker 1: It's always the husband, doesn't it? Yes, said Harry, aware his mind was wandering.
Speaker 1: It's always the husband.
Speaker 1: Except that this one had gone to Bergen.
Speaker 1: Looks like it, yes.
Speaker 1: On the last plane, so he couldn't have come back and still managed to catch the first lectu... | null | |
Speaker 1: I'm Harry, including me.
Speaker 1: Harry didn't answer until they were well down Bogstad fame.
Speaker 1: People are often smarter than you think, he said, and then said nothing until they were in the police HQ car park.
Speaker 1: I have to work on my own for the rest of the day.
Speaker 1: And he said... | null | |
Speaker 1: three months had passed since the death of his father in a traffic accident. Four years later William's mother remarried and William took his new father's surname.
Speaker 1: And on November night forty-six years later in 1992, white confetti fell like snow onto the streets of Hope in celebration of their o... | null | |
Speaker 1: said, his face so covered with folds of skin that it seemed to have been punctured.
Speaker 1: The yellow cable car that had brought him and three crime scene officers from Bergen Police HQ, up the 642 metres above the town, was swaying gently from the solid steel wires, waiting. The service had been discon... | null | |
Speaker 1: that they had been able to determine the gender. The restaurant-minded rafter of a traffic accident in Ed's Fongnesset, the year before, when a lorry coming round a bend too fast, had lost its load of aluminium sheeting, and had literally sliced up an oncoming car.
Speaker 1: The killer has murdered her and... | null | |
Speaker 1: got instinct told him, cable car. There were two sets of footprints in the snow, the small prints were undoubtedly the woman's, even though there was no sign of her shoes, and the others had to be the killers. They led to the path.
Speaker 1: Big boots, said the Amtechnition, a hollow-cheeked coastal man fr... | null | |
Speaker 1: For all of them the press and his colleagues.
Speaker 1: In direct jives had begun to circulate that Gertrachto was only thinking about himself and his place in the limelight that in his egotism he was treading on a few too many toes and over a few too many dead bodies.
Speaker 1: But he hadn't taken any n... | null | |
Speaker 1: the station, there was one man against whom concrete evidence was soon found. The man who was made for headlines. Goed after was guilty of the accusations, no one was in any doubt about that, but everyone knew that the inspector had been made a scapegoat for a culture that had permeated Bergen police for man... | null | |
Speaker 1: watch while he dragged the whole family through the mud.
Speaker 1: So often before he had lost his temper, afterwards she had taken their daughter with her, and this time she didn't return.
Speaker 1: It had been a tough time, but he had never forgotten who he was.
Speaker 1: He was iron rafto, and when ... | null | |
Speaker 1: long, they could lick the limp arseholes of both the local politicians and the pink old journalists.
Speaker 1: ''Take a few snaps and get me an ID,'' Rhaftar said to the technician with the camera.
Speaker 1: ''And who'd be able to identify this?'' the young man pointed.
Speaker 1: Rhaftar didn't care fo... | null | |
Speaker 1: wished that it wasn't a care, just three balls of snow that someone must have piled one on top of the other.
Speaker 1: After didn't like the sloping district of Bergen known as Fjell-Sieden, with its oh-so-picturesk, crooked, uninsulated timber houses with stairs and cellars, situated in narrow alleys wher... | null | |
Speaker 1: Only Hittland, rough-to-queeried, holding up his ID, it's about your friend, Laila Osson.
Speaker 1: The apartment was tiny and the layout baffling. The bathroom was located behind the kitchen and between the bedroom and living room. Amid the patterned burgundy wallpaper in the living room, only Hittland ha... | null | |
Speaker 1: As Rhafta mercilessly spelt out the details, dreadful, whispered Oni Headland.
Speaker 1: Bastion didn't say anything about that. That's because we didn't want to publicize it.
Speaker 1: Rhafta said, Bastion told me you were Lila's best friend.
Speaker 1: Oni nodded, do you know what Lila was doing up on... | null | |
Speaker 1: If you think you're being considerate to her family, you have misunderstood. These things will come out, whatever. She swallowed. She looked frightened. It already looked frightened when she opened the door. So he gave her the final nudge, this actually quite trifling threat that still worked so amazingly we... | null | |
Speaker 1: He noted downward on he had said, peer to his pad. It was a relatively common name and a relatively common profession, but since Bergen was a relatively small town, he thought this would be enough. He knew with the whole of his being that he was on the right track, and by the whole of his being, Gert Raftov ... | null | |
Speaker 1: Last thought Rafto, standing outside on the step again.
Speaker 1: Last clinted as a window swung open further along the alley, and again he had the feeling he was being watched.
Speaker 1: But then so what? Revenge was his.
Speaker 1: His alone.
Speaker 1: Gert Rafto buttoned up his coat, hardly noticin... | null | |
Speaker 1: The honour was his and his alone, because he was going to inform the press in person.
Speaker 1: The country's major media had flown in over the mountains and were already besieging police HQ.
Speaker 1: The chief constable had given orders that no details about the body were to be released, but the vultur... | null | |
Speaker 1: not just a hoax or a crank. It was cool and controlled with clear business-like diction, which excluded the usual nutters and drunks, but there was something else about the voice too which he couldn't quite place.
Speaker 1: Rafto coughed aloud twice, took his time as if to show that he had not been taken a... | null | |
Speaker 1: Are you listening now, Ravdo? The officer nodded before he could gather himself to say yes.
Speaker 1: Meet me by the totem pole in Nordeness Park, the voice said, in exactly ten minutes.
Speaker 1: Ravdo tried to think.
Speaker 1: Nordeness Park was by the aquarium.
Speaker 1: He could get there in unde... | null |
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