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Arnaldur Indridason - Outrage

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Praise for Arnaldur Indriason:
#1 on the Guardians list of the 10 Best Modern European Crime Writers [2011]

Indriason is one of the best of the new European authors coming into English, right up there with Henning Mankell and Karen Fossum.
Margaret Cannon, The Globe and Mail

Inspector Erlendur is one of the most compassionate detectives to come this way in a long time.
_The New York Times_

Indriason is a master of atmosphere.
_The Vancouver Sun_

Indriason has definitely vaulted onto the A-list of Scandinavian crime authors.
_Booklist_
This series places Indriason at the centre of the best of contemporary crime fiction. He is a master storyteller, and has a real gift for evoking the complex humanity at the heart of the most dour-seeming individuals.
_The Guardian_

Product Description

Indridason returns triumphantly to his worldwide bestselling Reykjavik Murder Mystery series.

An international literary phenomenon--and its easy to see why. His novels are gripping, authentic, haunting and lyrical.
Harlan Coben

In a flat near Reykjavik city centre, a young man lies dead in a pool of blood although there are no signs of a break-in or any struggle. A womans purple shawl, found under the bed, gives off a strong and unusual aroma. A vial of narcotics found in the victims pocket among other clues soon lead Erlendurs colleagues down a trail of hidden violence and psychological brutality, and of wrongs that will never be fully righted.

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About the Book

In a flat near Reykjavk city centre, a young man lies dead in a pool of blood. There is no sign of a break-in: the only clues are a womans purple shawl, found under the bed in the next room, and a vial of prescription drugs in the victims pocket.

With Detective Erlendur away in a remote part of Iceland, Detective Elnborg, who is already struggling to juggle family life and the relentless demands of her job, is assigned the case. Her investigation into the murdered mans past soon uncovers a squalid tale of double lives, drug dealers and the unsolved disappearance of a young girl many years before.

From its explosive opening, Outrage leads down a trail of hidden violence, psychological brutality and of wrongs that will never be fully righted.

About the Author

Arnaldur Indridason worked for many years as a journalist and critic before he began writing novels. Outside Iceland, he is best known for his crime novels featuring Erlendur, Elinborg and Sigurdur li, which are consistent bestsellers across Europe. The series has won numerous awards, including the Nordic Glass Key and the CWA Gold Dagger. His most recent novel is Operation Napoleon .

ALSO BY
ARNALDUR INDRIDASON
IN ENGLISH TRANSLATION

TAINTED BLOOD
(FIRST PUBLISHED WITH THE TITLE JAR CITY )

SILENCE OF THE GRAVE

VOICES

THE DRAINING LAKE

ARCTIC CHILL

HYPOTHERMIA

OPERATION NAPOLEON

ARNALDUR

INDRIDASON

TRANSLATED FROM THE ICELANDIC BY Anna Yates He dressed himself in - photo 1

TRANSLATED
FROM THE ICELANDIC
BY

Anna Yates

He dressed himself in black jeans a white shirt and a comfortable jacket put - photo 2

He dressed himself in black jeans, a white shirt and a comfortable jacket, put on a pair of smart shoes he had had for three years, and considered the venues in the city centre that one of the women had mentioned.

He mixed himself two stiff drinks, which he drank as he watched TV and waited until it was time to go into town. He didnt want to set off too early someone might notice him hanging around in a half-empty bar and he wanted to avoid that. The most important thing was to melt into the crowd, to go unnoticed, to be like everyone else. He mustnt be memorable in any way, must not stand out. In the unlikely event that anyone asked him about his movements that evening, he would say he had been at home all night, watching TV. If everything went according to plan, no one, anywhere, would remember his presence.

When the time was right he drained his glass and left. He was slightly tipsy. He walked from his home near the city centre through the autumn darkness towards the bar. The town was already buzzing with weekend revellers. Queues were forming at the most popular venues, bouncers were flexing their muscles and people were wheedling for admission. Music could be heard in the street, and food smells from restaurants mingled with the alcoholic fumes seeping from the bars. Some people were drunker than others. He despised them.

He had only a short wait before he made it inside. It wasnt one of the most fashionable places, but it was crammed all the same. That was fine. He had already been on the lookout for girls or young women on his way through town: preferably not much over thirty, preferably not stone-cold sober. It was all right if theyd had a bit to drink but he didnt want them too drunk.

He kept a low profile. He patted his jacket pocket once more, to be sure he had it. He had touched the pocket lightly several times on the way, knowing that he must be one of those neurotic types who were forever checking whether theyd locked the door, forgotten their keys, whether the coffee maker was definitely switched off or a hotplate had been left on. He was obsessive like that he recalled reading about it in some magazine. Another article had been about a different compulsion of his: washing his hands twenty times a day.

Most people were drinking half-litres of beer, so he ordered the same. The bartender hardly glanced at him, and he took care to pay cash. He found it easy to blend in. Most of the customers were about his age, out with friends or colleagues. The drinkers raised their voices to be heard over the heavy rap beat of the music and the din was deafening. He took a leisurely look around, observing groups of women sitting and standing together. Other women were with boyfriends or husbands, but there was no one who appeared to be alone. He left without finishing his drink.

At the third place he spotted a woman he recognised he thought she was probably about thirty and she seemed to be on her own. She sat at a table in the smoking area, surrounded by other smokers, but she was clearly not with them. He observed her from a distance as she sipped a margarita and smoked two cigarettes. The bar was packed, but no one who approached her seemed to know her.

Two men spoke to her but she shook her head and they left. A third man loomed over her, apparently unwilling to take no for an answer.

She was a brunette with a pretty face, a bit heavyset but nicely dressed in a skirt and a short-sleeved T-shirt and with a beautiful shawl around her shoulders. Across the T-shirt the words San Francisco were stencilled, with a little flower growing up out of the letter F .

She managed to shake off her persistent suitor, who made an angry remark and left.

He gave her time to settle down before he approached her. Have you been there? he asked. The brunette looked up. She couldnt place him.

To San Francisco? he added, pointing at the shirt.

She looked down at her breasts.

Oh, this? she asked.

Its a delightful city, he said. You should go sometime.

She looked at him, debating whether to tell him to push off like shed told the others. Then she seemed to remember meeting him before.

Theres so much going on there, he said. In Frisco. A lot to see.

She smiled.

Fancy meeting you here, she said.

Yes, nice to see you. Are you here alone?

Alone? Yes.

So, what about Frisco? You must go.

I know, Ive

Her words were drowned out by the noise. He passed his hand over his jacket pocket and leaned over her.

The airfares not cheap, he said. But I mean I went there once, it was great. A delightful city.

He used certain words deliberately. She was looking up at him, and he imagined her counting on the fingers of one hand how many young men she had met in her life who would use a word like delightful .

I know. Ive been.

Oh. Well, then. May I join you?

She hesitated for a moment, then moved over to make room for him.

Nobody took any notice of them in the bar, nor when they left a little over an hour later and headed back to his place, taking deserted side streets. By then the drug was working. He had offered her another margarita, and as hed returned from the bar with her third drink hed slid his hand into his jacket pocket to palm the pill and slipped it into her glass. They were getting along fine, and he was sure she would give him no trouble.

The Criminal Investigation Department received the notification two days later. Elnborg was on duty and she called out the team. When she arrived at the scene traffic police had already closed off the road, in the Thingholt district, and the forensics officers were just pulling up. She saw a representative of the Regional Medical Officer get out of his car. At the start of a case only forensics team members were permitted to enter the flat, to carry out their investigations. They froze the scene, as they put it.

Elnborg made the necessary arrangements as she waited patiently for the forensics team to give her the go-ahead. Journalists and other media reporters were gathering, and she observed them at work. They were pushy some were even rude to the police who were keeping them away from the crime scene. One or two of the TV reporters looked familiar: a vacuous quiz-show host who had recently transferred to the news, and the presenter of a political chat show. She had no idea why he should be down here with the news teams. Elnborg recalled her early days with the CID, when shed been one of only a handful of women detectives: back then the reporters had been much more polite, and far fewer. She preferred the press journalists. Print-media people were less rushed, less overbearing and less self-important than the TV reporters toting their video cameras. Some of them could even write.

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