Helene Tursten - The Torso
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The scenes in which Huss tracks her killer through the underbelly of Copenhagen are as good as Louise Welshs similarly creepy tour of Glasgow in The Cutting Room.Entertainment Weekly [Tursten] is a master at setting the scene, detailing a foreign milieu until it feels familiar. She juggles a large cast of characters with aplomb.Time Out Chicago One of the better examples of the Swedish crime fiction invasion.Baltimore Sun Outstanding.Publishers Weekly (starred review) Spins a good story . . . this is a solid police procedural.Library Journal Part of a human torso washes up on a beach near G?teborg, Sweden. It is so mutilated that gender is only established by DNA testing. A similar crime, now several years old, remains unsolved in Denmark. Detective Inspector Irene Huss is dispatched to Copenhagen to liaise with police. Then a third corpse is discovered. This time its identified. It is a girl Detective Huss knew; she had been asked by the girls mother to locate her missing daughter. A fourth victim, the son of a woman heading the Copenhagen crime squad, is also known to Huss. She fears the killer is tracking her, killing people with whom she is connected. There is even a chilling suggestion that he or she is one of her colleagues. Helene Tursten has been compared to P.D. James in her native Sweden. Her Irene Huss mysteries have been highly praised. She lives in G?teborg, where she was born in 1954.From the Trade Paperback edition.
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ALSO BY THE AUTHOR
Detective Inspector Huss
The author would like to emphasize that the book cannot be used as a tourist guide, either in Copenhagen or in Gteborg. Streets, alleys, squares and other places are used with great freedom. In addition, none of the characters are deliberately based on real persons.
Sammie would also like to point out that he has never participated in the creation of mixed-breed puppies. He is the proud father of nine guaranteed pure bred ones.
Prologue
THE WIND GAVE NO warning of the ghastly discovery. Just the opposite. Even though it was early May, the wind blowing in from the sea was surprisingly mild and heavy with the smell of seaweed. The sunlight skipped and played upon the inner surfaces of the low waves in an attempt to pretend that summer had already come. It was one of those bonus days that can appear during the spring and then disappear just as quickly.
The woman and the black Labrador were alone down by the water. The dog was doing his best to get a laughing gull at the edge of the beach excited but it soared up a few meters over the waters surface, flew a short distance, and lived up to its name.
The dog finally tired of the annoying seagull. At the waters edge he snatched up a large branch from among the driftwood left by the winters storms. The branch was more than a meter long and difficult to balance in his mouth. Wobbling slightly, he set a course toward his mistress. With an appealing look he laid the branch, bleached gray by the sun and saltwater, at her feet. She bent and tried to break it into smaller pieces better suited to throwing but had to give up. Her toss was clumsy and relatively short, but the dog ran off eagerly. He proudly brought the branch back to his mistress, received praise and petting, let go of his pretty toy, and waited expectantly for her to hurl it again. The shiny black body shook with restrained power. When she threw the branch the dog instantly raced off.
This was a very pleasing game that the dog didnt seem to weary of. However, after a while, his owners throwing power began to taper off. She finally walked over to a flat rock and sat down. She said loudly, No, Allan. Thats enough. I have to rest a bit.
The dog was absolutely crestfallen with disappointment. His tail, which had been wagging so proudly earlier, now pointed straight down at the sand. He nudged her hands with his nose a few times, but she quickly stuck them into her jacket pockets, turned her face toward the sun, and closed her eyes. She sat still for a long time.
When she opened her eyes again, she couldnt see him on the deserted beach. Alarmed, she got up and looked around in all directions. She laughed with relief when she spotted his tail sticking out from behind a large boulder, a little way into the water.
During the summer, children would play in an area between three high boulders that formed a small triangular pool one of whose angles pointed due west. The opening facing the ocean was narrow, barely half a meter in width. The kids screamed with joy when the gushing water surged through the boulders and poured down over them. The space was small but often ten kids succeeded in cramming themselves between the rocks.
The tide was unusually low so Allan had dared to venture out to the rock formation and had squeezed between the rocks that made up the base of the triangle. He had frozen there.
Allan! Come here! the woman called commandingly at the dog but he pretended not to hear. He suddenly disappeared behind the rocks. Grumbling, she headed down to the waters edge to summon him. She stopped uncertainly at the edge of the lapping waves. The water was ice cold.
Allan. Come here! Come! Here!
It didnt matter which commands or tone of voice she used. No sign of the dog could be seen. But she knew that he was out there between the rocks.
Angrily, she pulled off her shoes and socks. Swearing under her breath, she rolled up her pant legs and started wading out into the freezing water. Luckily, it was only ankle deep.
The rock formation was located about ten meters from the shore. When she was just a few meters from the opening between the boulders she detected a faint nauseating smell. Because she was angry it didnt really register until she had, with considerable effort, squeezed between the rocks.
Floating in the triangular pool was a black plastic bag with a hole where the gulls had been pecking at it. Allan stood still with his head inside the hole. The woman quickly waded over to the dog while yelling, No! Allan! No!
She gripped the scruff of his neck firmly. He growled and refused to let go of the contents of the sack. Summoning all her strength, she managed to lift his hindquarters and twist his body so that his back faced the waters surface and his legs stuck up toward the steel blue sky. Then he finally let go. Whimpering, he jumped into the water. Only his head remained above the surface. She quickly used one hand to push hard against his throat and with the other she got an iron grip on one of his front legs. She looked the dog straight in the eye the whole time, a low sound rising from her chest. He growled angrily again, and stared back, red-eyed. He finally quieted and looked to the side, to show that he was giving up. Slowly, she released him. It wasnt until then that she glanced through the hole in the sack.
At first she thought what she saw looked like the mark of a branding iron. She realized a second later that it was a tattoo.
Chapter 1
ONLY SUPERINTENDENT SVEN ANDERSSON,Detective Inspector Irene Huss, and her colleague Jonny Blom were gathered in the superintendents office at the police station that evening. It was almost seven thirty. The superintendent felt that it wasnt necessary to call in th remaining inspectors from Violent Crimes as well. They would have to make do with the two officers who had been at the crime scene. The rest would be informed at morning prayers the next day.
They gathered around the desk with their steaming mugs of coffee. Without any fancy introductory remarks Sven Andersson began. What do we have so far?
We got the call around lunchtime. An old lady had taken her dog down to the ocean
Almost brusquely, the superintendent interrupted Jonny. Where by the ocean?
Near Stora Amundn. Or just south of it, just before Grunds. A small beautiful sandy beach called Killevik. There are some large boulders shaped like a triangle. The ladys dog found a black plastic bag in the triangle and
Sorry to interrupt you, but the lady is two years older than I am and three years younger than you, and her name is Karla Melander. She lives on Klyftersvgen in Skintebo. Not far from Killevik, said Irene Huss.
Doesnt she have a job? How come she wasnt working in the middle of the week? Andersson wondered aloud.
Shes a pediatric nurse and had worked over the weekend. Apparently she had yesterday and today off. Yesterday it was blowing quite hard so they hadnt been down to the beach, but today the weather was gorgeous. Theyve only been there once since Easter. The weather was nice then, too, but ever since, it has just been wind and rain this miserable spring.
Can we stop talking about the weather and get back to the essentials? Jonny Blom said sharply.
Before the other two had time to answer, he picked up where he had been interrupted. There was a large hole in the bag that was probably caused by birds. The dog evidently stuck his head in the sack and bit a body. It seems to be just the upper portion of a torso. The arms have been removed about ten centimeters from the shoulders. There is a distinct bite mark and the flesh is torn on the lower part of an arm stump. On the right shoulder, which was facing the hole, there is a large tattoo in different colors. Thats what we could see. Forensics will have to come up with more information.
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