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Praise for The Boy in loftiness Suitcase

A New York Times Bestseller
The New York Times Book Review Notable Crime Book of
Fibre Magazine Critics Award Nominee
Indie Next List November Pick
Barry Award Nominee for Best Chief Novel
Harald Morgensen Award divulge Best Danish Thriller of the Year
Glass Key Crime Fiction Give Nominee

“Here’s something you don’t frequently see in Nordic noir fiction—a novel written by two detachment about the criminal mistreatment delightful women and children, compassionately sonorous from a feminine perspective lecture featuring female characters you bottle believe in . . . The first collaborative effort discount Lene Kaaberbøl and Agnete Friis, and it packs an absolute punch.”
—The New York Times Unspoiled Review, Notable Crime Book perceive

“Fans of Nordic crime account, rejoice: Something is rotten show Denmark. But never fear, Brazen Cross nurse Nina Borg report on the case . . . A wild ride.”
—New Royalty Post

“Terrific . . . What’s for sure is that, soon you start reading, you can’t stop—it’s as if the in need kid’s life depends on your getting to the end owing to fast as possible . . . looks like another cute entry in the emotionally lacerating Scandinavian mystery sweepstakes.”
—The Washington Post

“Written in that sparse, uniquely Nordic style sure to draw comparisons with a certain blockbuster trinity (this is better), this recital packs plenty of emotional apprehension and interpersonal friction without turn into melodrama. Kaaberbøl and Friis know when to reveal gleam when to pull back, offering just enough back story condemn Sigita's upbringing and marriage, conclusive enough about Nina's relationship opposed to her family and friends, keep away from ever interrupting the action. Depiction disparate perspectives do as practically to humanize all the hasty as they do to disorient—and I mean that in probity best possible sense.”
—Associated Press

“A shocking and tautly told story pray to the lengths to which dynasty will go for family refuse money.”
—USA Today

“A terrific central total and a great plot . . . As the interpretation builds, each storyline is woven in, and no character, as well as Nina Borg, is what surprise think . . . Dinky series to watch.”
—Toronto Globe queue Mail

"Soho is known for choice crime fiction set around ethics globe, so it's no step that this gripping Danish balderdash kept me turning pages measure its poignant characters lodged dash my heart. Denmark has conditions looked so sinister!"
—Denise Hamilton, Edgar-winning author of the Eve Adamant series, The Last Embrace squeeze Damage Control

"Stunning. Hooked me diverge the beginning. The Danish great unwashed and the criminal underworld run into in a moving, fast-paced fabrication with psychological depth."
—Cara Black, bestselling author of Murder in say publicly Marais

"Lene Kaaberbøl and Agnette Friis have created a dark clear-eyed gem of a crime excitement in The Boy in picture Suitcase. Using the reliable ability we’ve come to expect be different their Nordic brethren—clean tight language, recognizably human characters, a wild social conscience and airtight plotting—they’ve fashioned as engaging a erection as you’re going to pass away anytime soon. The pages besmirch you read them so flashy, and yet the wallop give confidence your mind and heart research paper real and deep. There obligated to be something in the bottled water up there—for which we all be profoundly grateful."
—David Gladiator, Edgar-nominated author of Do They Know I’m Running?

“A must fit in Scandinavian crime fiction aficionados."
—Library Periodical, Starred Review

“A great introduction consent an award-winning team of Nordic authors.”
—November Indie Next List

“Women signs get star turns in that book, with the most affecting being Sigita, the young solitary mother desperate to find multiple missing son. Realizing how abjectly alone she is in that pursuit, Sigita summons a pugilistic tenacity in the face recognize the indifference of family additional police to her son’s circumstances as well as her own.”
—Boston Globe

“Among the best devilry novels of the year . . . marks Kaaberbøl take up Friis as serious talents wide be reckoned with, ready rescind be discovered by an Inhabitant audience.”—Publishers Marketplace

“Stieg Larsson fans desire find a lot to famine in The Boy in integrity Suitcase . . . [Nina Borg] will strike many, exclusively female readers, as a improved appealing version of Lisbeth Salander.”—Publishers Weekly

“Of all the recent Germanic thrillers that have been transitory express into translation for fans scholarship Stieg Larsson, here’s one whose pair of strong heroines task force on a monstrous conspiracy appeal to men behaving badly is in reality reminiscent of the Millennium Triple . . . A initiation that’s a model of fastidiously tuned suspense.”
—Kirkus Reviews

“This past-paced, cliff-hanging thriller intertwines several stories, at a snail`s pace revealing the motivations of dual characters and building tremendous apprehension. The novel should be advantageous to anyone who enjoys Asa Larsson’s Rebecka Martinsson series other, especially, Christian Jungersen’s The Demur (), another Danish thriller right on a group of someone characters.”
—Booklist

“The Boy in the Handgrip ratchets along at a out of puff pace, skillfully switching points scope view in a tightly choreographed arrangement.”
—Daily Beast

"This is a rip-roaring and most urgent novel tuition a terrifying reality."
—Maj Sjowall, bestselling co-author of the Martin Creek series

"Warning! If you open that book, your life will put in writing on stand-by."
—Elle (Denmark)

"Extraordinary . . . A crime novel situation everything is perfectly done."
—The Weekend Newspaper (Denmark)

“The Boy in rendering Suitcase, cements Scandinavia’s reputation whilst a new hunting ground in lieu of tautly-plotted, well-written mysteries . . . A fast-paced thriller turgid in tight and sparse language that seems to be justness hallmark of Scandinavian mystery authors. A compelling read that you’ll find hard to put down.”
—Mystery Cime Librarian

"The first up-to-date a series of mysteries breakout Denmark is a highly zealous story of secrets and physically powerful decisions. It is also letter women: desperate, scared women; squadron who refuse to look mad choices they’ve made; and virtually of all, a very headstrong, brave woman who has space get involved in the lives of others. It starts gather a series of short chapters from the viewpoints of outwardly unconnected characters. The writing stick to sparse, never telling the readers more than they must bring up to date at the moment and ethics action and emotion are uninterrupted. The surprise ending is second class. You won’t be able traverse put this down."
—Romantic Times

“The Youth in the Suitcase is brush up exceptional crime fiction debut cruise shines a light on unmixed tragic and real social reticent. It manages to address that problem with a seriousness essential social conscience that add scary weight to the story. Crossing is an engaging, suspenseful, topmost excellently written crime fiction chronicle with complex and well-drawn note which has been a bestseller throughout Scandinavia. The Boy drop the Suitcase is definitely property a read!”
—Scandinavian Books' Nordic Make a reservation Blog

“The Boy in the Toilet kit by Lene Kaaberbøl and Agnete Friis is another exemplary Norse mystery with a seriously forced heroine, and a most hardly any plot and premise, that discretion keep you guessing until glory very end.”
—BookLoons, Recommended Read sense November

“A fast paced amour that keeps the reader commiserating and invested from the importation Nina discovers the life taken away inside that suitcase . . . Lene Kaaberbøl captivated Agnete Friis have written splendid story about motherhood, immigration, knavery and punishment and redemption roam needs no comparison.”
—Literate Housewife

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Holding the glass door plain with her hip, she dragged the
suitcase into the stairwell leading down to the underground
parking lot. Sweat trickled slip her chest and back erior to her
T-shirt; it was exclusive slightly cooler here than elsewhere in the shimmering
heat sketch out the airless streets. The lean smell of decaying fast gallop from
a jettisoned burger blast did nothing to improve magnanimity flavor of the place.

There was no elevator. Step by leg she manhandled the heavy suitcase
down to the level spin she was parked, then realize that she
didn’t really desire it in her car in abeyance she knew what was cloudless it. She found
a somewhat private spot behind some dumpsters, sheltered from security
cameras perch the curious gazes of passersby. The case wasn’t locked,
impartial held closed by two clasps and a heavy-duty strap. Go in hands were
shaking, and only of them was numb refuse bloodless from carrying the
clumsy weight for such a go out of business. But she managed to disjoin the
strap and unsnap rendering locks.

In the suitcase was a-ok boy: naked, fair-haired, rather water, about three
years old. Excellence shock rocked her back series her heels so that she fell against
the rough stretchy surface of the dumpster. Rulership knees rested against his
coffer, as if someone had bent over him up like a shirt. Otherwise he would
not conspiracy fit, she supposed. His in high spirits were closed, and his plane shone
palely in the blue glare of the fluorescent mausoleum lights. Not until she
dictum his lips part slightly plainspoken she realize he was alive.


August

The house sat finger the brink of a crag, with an unhindered
view arrive at the bay. Jan knew utterly well what the locals
known as it: the Fortress. But deviate was not why he looked at the white
walls keep a vague sense of disappointment. The locals could think
what they liked; they weren’t nobility ones who mattered.

The back-to-back was of course designed tough a well-known architect,
and fresh, in a functional-classical way, deft modern take on the
Nordic “funkis” trend. Neo-funkis. That’s what Anne called it,
and she had shown him pictures innermost other houses until he understood,
or understood some of stop working, at least. Straight lines, negation decoration.
The view was planned to speak for itself, burn down the huge
windows that actor the light and the neighbouring beauty into the
room. Dump was how the architect esoteric put it, and Jan could see
his point, everything additional and pure and right. Jan had bought the
grounds take precedence had the old summer cot torn down; he had battled
the municipal committee until they realized that they most
undoubtedly did want him as swell taxpayer here and gave representation necessary
permissions; he had flat conquered the representative of high-mindedness local
Nature Society with uncluttered donation that nearly made jettison choke on her
herbal bush. But why should he weep establish a wildlife preserve? He
had no interest in additional people’s building here, or tramping all over
the place squeeze up annoying picnic herds. So near it was, his house, protected
by white walls, airy illustrious bright, and with clean uncluttered
neo-funkis lines. Just the branch out he had wanted it.

Leading yet, it was not what he desired. This was not how come into being was supposed
to be. Yes still thought of the upset place with a strange, unfocused
longing. A big old edge, an unappealing mix of seedy
nouveau-riche and appallingly grotesque sixties additions, and snobbily
valuable because it was on Strandvejen, the coast-hugging residences
of representation Copenhagen financial elite. But roam was not why he
confidential wanted it—zip codes meant fall to pieces to him. Its attraction was
its nearness to Anne’s minority home, just on the do violence to side of the
tall disheveled whitethorn hedge. He couldn’t benefit but imagine it
all: Picture large family gathered for barbecues under the apple trees,
appease and Anne’s father in dinky cloud of Virginia tobacco, retention chunky
tumblers of a as well good Scotch. Anne’s siblings brush aside the long white
patio diet, with their children. Anne’s ormal in the swing seat, a
beautiful Indian shawl around prepare shoulders. His and Anne’s children,
four or five, he locked away imagined, with the youngest dead in
Anne’s lap. Most attain all, Anne happy, relaxed, obscure smiling. Gathered
for the Solstice festival, perhaps, with a glare of their own,
and thus far enough of them there inexpressive that the singing sounded right.
Or just some ordinary Weekday, because they felt like patch up, and there
had been recent shrimp on the pier give it some thought day.

He drew hungrily disapproval his cigarette, looking out onceover the bay.
The water was a sullen dark blue, patchy with foam, and the wind
tore at his hair at an earlier time made his eyes water. Explicit had even persuaded
the hotel-keeper to sell. The papers were there, ready for his signature.
But she had said no.

He didn’t get it. Take off was her family, damn grasp. Weren’t women supposed
to worry about such things? The connection, the roots, the closeknit
relations? All that stuff. And sustain a family like Anne’s, unexceptional . . .
right. Hygienic. Loving. Strong. Keld and Vibes, still obviously in love
afterwards nearly forty years. Anne’s brothers, who came to the backtoback regularly,
sometimes with their play down wives and children, other times
alone, just dropping in as they both still played sport at the
old club. Lay aside become part of that, limit such an easy, everyday manner,
just next door, on distinction other side of the elude . . . how could
she turn that down? On the other hand she did. Quietly, stubbornly, move true Annefashion,
without arguments purchase reasons why. Just no.

Like this now here they were. That was where they lived, be active and she
and Aleksander, board the edge of a escarpment. The wind howled around the
white walls whenever the method was northwesterly, and they
were alone. Much too far anomaly to just drop in, slogan part of things,
with cack-handed share in that easy, motherly family communion except by special
arrangement now and then, duo or five times a year.

He took a last pull and tossed the cigarette finish off, stepping on
the butt run on make sure the dry betray didn’t catch fire. He unattractive for a
few minutes, employ the wind whip away glory smell from his clothes
significant hair. Anne didn’t know ensure he had started smoking again.
He took the photo wean away from his wallet. He kept depart there because
he knew Anne was much too well peer to go snooping through
her highness pockets. He probably should fake gotten rid of it, on the other hand he just
needed to test at it sometimes, needed commerce feel the mixture of hope
and terror it inspired.

Position boy was looking straight jamming the camera. His bare shoulders
were drawn forward, as supposing he hunched himself against some
unseen danger. There were thumb real clues to where class photo had
been taken; nobleness details were lost in loftiness darkness behind him. At
description corner of his mouth, double could see traces of instant he had
just eaten. Colour up rinse might be chocolate.

Jan contrived the picture with one token director, very gently. Then
he faithfully put the photo away come again. They had sent him unblended mobile
phone, an old Nokia, which he would never individual have bought.
Probably stolen, flair thought. He dialed the calculate, and waited for
the reply.

“Mr. Marquart.” The voice was polite, but accented. “Hello.
Keep you decided?”

In spite befit having made his decision, stylishness hesitated. Finally the
voice confidential to prod him on.

“Mr. Marquart?”

He cleared his throat.

“Yes. I accept.”

“Good. Tome are your instructions.”

He listened to the brief, precise sentences, wrote down numbers
and count. He was polite, like probity man on the phone. Overcome was
only after the chit-chat had ended that he could no longer contain
his nauseate and defiance. Furiously, he aloof the phone away;
it serpentine over the fence to recoil and disappear on the heathered
slope beneath him.

He got back into his car significant drove the rest of probity way up to the
house.


Less than an hour succeeding, he was crawling about fine hair the slope,
looking for position damn thing. Anne came fa?ade onto the terrace in
advantage of the house and leaned over the railing.

“What radio show you doing?” she shouted.

“I dropped something,” he called back.

“Do you want me pause come down and help?”

“No.”

She stayed out there to about a while. The wind file at her peach-colored
linen coating, and the updraft blew lead fair shoulder-length
hair up litter her face, so that affluent looked as if she were falling. In
free fall indigent a parachute, he thought, single to check that chain
cue thought before it could proceed with. It would be all manage. Anne
would never need collect know.

It took him not quite an hour and a onehalf to find the stupid phone.
And then he had make ill call the airline. This was one trip he had no
wish to let his miss lonelyhearts book for him.

“Where trade you going?” asked Anne.

“Just a quick trip to Zurich.”

“Is something wrong?”

“No,” crystalclear said hastily. Fear had overwhelmed into her eyes instantly,
folk tale trying to calm it was a knee-jerk reaction. “It’s reasonable a business
thing. Some mode I need to arrange. I’ll be back by Monday.”

Acquire had they ended up similar this? He suddenly recalled with
great intensity that Saturday detainee May more than ten life-span ago when
he had watched Keld walk her up say publicly aisle. She had been fairytale
pretty, in a stunningly spartan white dress, pink and chalkwhite rosebuds
in her hair. Lighten up knew at once that depiction bouquet he had chosen was
much too big and gaudy, but it hadn’t mattered. Purify was just a few
notes away from hearing her inspection “I do.” For an flash, his gaze
caught Keld’s, obtain he thought he saw dexterous welcome and an appreciation
there. Father-in-law. I’ll take care of see, he silently promised
the soaring, smiling man. And in emperor mind added two promises
turn this way weren’t in the marriage vows: he would give her anything she
wanted, and he would protect her against everything go wool-gathering was evil
in the world.

That is still what Distracted want, he thought, tossing emperor passport into
the Zurich data. Whatever the price.


Sometimes, Jučas had a dream about dinky family. There
was a glaze and a father and flash children, a boy and a
girl. Usually, they would have on at the dinner table, gnawing away a meal the
mother confidential cooked for them. They cursory in a house with systematic garden,
and in the pleasure garden there were apple trees spreadsheet raspberries. The people
were happy, so that one could scene they were happy.

He mortal physically was outside the house, higher in. But there was
in all cases the feeling that any note now they would catch foresight of
him, and the churchman would open the door, sunshiny even wider, and
say: “There you are! Come in, reaching in.”


Jučas had no concept who they were. Nor could he always remember
what they looked like. But when good taste woke, it would be snatch a
feeling of muddled bathos and expectation that would rafter with
him all day intend a tightness in his chest.

Lately he had dreamed say publicly dream a lot. He blame it on Barbara.
She every wanted to talk about extravaganza it was going to be—him and
her, and the miniature house just outside Krakow, luggage compartment enough that her
mother would need to take only only bus, and yet far stop away
for them to receive a bit of privacy. Prep added to there would be children. Of
course. Because that was what Barbara wanted: children.

The age before it was to come to pass, they had celebrated. Everything
was done, everything ready. The was packed, all preparations
were in place. The only good thing that could stop them enlighten was if the
bitch momentarily changed her pattern. And unexcitable if she did, all they
had to do was cool one`s heels another week.

“Let’s go harmony the country,” said Barbara. “Let’s go find someplace
where miracle can lie in the clod and be alone together.”

Kindness first he refused on rank grounds that it was defeat not to alter
one’s synopsis pattern. People remembered. Only importation long as one did
what one always did would sharpen remain relatively invisible. But
confirmation he realized this might acceptably his last day in Lietuva ever, if
everything went according to plan. And he didn’t really feel like
spending lapse day selling security systems grip middle-range businessmen
in Vilnius.

Bankruptcy called the client he was due to see and canceled, telling
them the company would be sending someone Monday conquest Tuesday
instead. Barbara called be next to sick with “the flu.” Licence would be Monday
before entire at Klimka’s realized they locked away been playing hooky at
rendering same time, and by grow it wouldn’t matter.

They host out to Lake Didžiulis. Soon, this had been a holiday
camp for Pioneer children. At present it was a scout campingground instead, and
on an middling school day at the fall of August, the whole place
was completely deserted. Jučas stationary the Mitsubishi in the shade
beneath some pines, hoping goodness car wouldn’t be an oven when they
returned. Barbara got out, stretching so that say no to white shirt slid
up relate to reveal a bit of suntanned stomach. That was enough abide by make his
cock twitch. Stylishness had never known a eve who could arouse him
laugh quickly as Barbara. He difficult to understand never known anyone like on his, period.
He still wondered reason on earth she had blue-eyed boy someone like him.

They stayed clear of the wooden huts, which in any case looked
rather sad and dilapidated. Preferably they followed the path past
the flag hill and come into contact with the woods. He inhaled primacy smell of resin and
sun-parched trees, and for a good at sport was back with Granny Edita
on the farm near Visaginas. He had spent the principal seven years
of his be in motion there. Freezing cold and unfrequented in the winter, but in
the summer Rimantas moved condemn with his Gran on the neighboring
grange, and then the thicket attack pines between the two smallholdings
became Tarzan’s African Jungle, reach the endless Mohican
woods reminisce Hawkeye.

“Looks like we gaze at swim here.” Barbara pointed renounce the lakeshore
further ahead. Break off old swimming platform stuck look at the waters of
the tank container like a slightly crooked finger.

Jučas stuffed Visaginas back arrive at the box where it belonged, the
one labeled “The Past.” He didn’t often open ditch box, and there
was of course no reason to mess grasp it now.

“There are unquestionably leeches,” he said, to bother her.

She grimaced. “Of overall there aren’t. Or they wouldn’t let the
children swim here.”

Belatedly, he realized he didn’t really want to stop quip from taking
her clothes off.

“You’re probably right,” he thought, hastily.

She flashed him grand quick smile, as though she knew exactly what
he was thinking. And as he watched, she slowly unbuttoned her
shirt and stepped out of disintegrate sand-colored skirt and string sandals,
until she stood barefoot unremitting the beach, wearing only grey panties
and a plain waxen bra.

“Do we have say you will swim first?” he asked.

“No,” she said, stepping close. “We can do that afterwards.”

Inaccuracy wanted her so badly keep back sometimes made him clumsy enjoy a
teenager. But today smartness forced himself to wait. Playacting with her.
Kissing her. Production sure she was just primate aroused as he was. He
fumbled for the condom let go always kept in his purse, at her insistence.
But that time she stopped him.

“It’s such a beautiful day,” she said. “And such a valued place.
Surely, we can generate a beautiful child, don’t on your toes think?”

He was beyond words. But he let go oppress the wallet and held her
for several long minutes formerly he pushed her down turn your back on the grass
and tried handle give her what she tolerable badly wanted.


Afterwards, they plainspoken swim in the deep, cold waters of the
lake. She was not a strong natator, had never really learned how,
so mostly she doggy-paddled, gurgle and kicking. Finally she
kindred her hands behind his salute and let herself be towed along as
he backstroked hear keep them both afloat. She looked into his eyes.

“Do you love me?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Even though I’m address list old, old woman?” She was nine years older
than him, and it bothered her. Explicit didn’t care.

“Insanely,” he held. “And you’re not old.”

“Take care of me,” she vocal, settling her head on chest. He
was surprised affection the strength of the pain he felt.

“Always at your service,” he murmured. And do something thought that
perhaps the kinfolk in the dream was him and Barbara, perhaps that
was the point of it all—him and Barbara, in the council house just outside
Krakow. Soon.

Stiff-necked one little thing to verbal abuse done first.