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Summary
Summary
"Reading Engberg feels like reading early Jo Nesbo, getting in on the ground of a major crime-writing career." --The New York Times Book Review
This third novel in the "thrilling, nerve-wracking" ( Shelf Awareness ) Korner and Werner series follows the two detectives as they search for a missing teenager and uncover the web of lies that has threatened his life--and may prevent him from ever being found.
When fifteen-year-old Oscar Dreyer-Hoff disappears in this "masterpiece of Nordic noir" ( Booklist , starred review), the police assume he's simply a runaway--a typically overlooked middle child doing what teenagers do all around the world. But his frantic family is certain that something terrible has happened. After all, what runaway would leave behind a note that reads:
He looked around and saw the knife that had stabbed Basil Hallward. He had cleaned it many times, till there was no stain left upon it. It was bright and glistened. As it had killed the painter, so it would kill the painter's work, and all that that meant. It would kill the past, and when that was dead, he would be free.
It's not much to go on, but it's all that detectives Jeppe Kørner and Anette Werner have. And with every passing hour, as the odds of finding a missing person grow dimmer, it will have to be enough.
Author Notes
A former dancer and choreographer with a background in television and theater, Katrine Engberg launched a groundbreaking career as a novelist with the publication of her fiction debut, The Tenant . She is now one of the most widely read and beloved crime authors in Denmark, and her work has been sold in over twenty-five countries. She lives with her family in Copenhagen.
Reviews (2)
Publisher's Weekly Review
The disappearance of 15-year-old Oscar Dreyer-Hoff drives Engberg's engrossing third novel featuring Copenhagen police detectives Jeppe Korner and Anette Werner (after 2020's The Butterfly House). When Oscar's affluent parents, who own an auction house, find a cryptic, threatening note addressed to them in their kitchen, they're convinced Oscar is being held ransom. Soon, Oscar's Danish teacher, Malthe Saether, is found strangled. Convinced that Oscar's apparent kidnapping and Malthe's death are tied together, Jeppe and Anette begin their investigation, aided by a large cast of supporting characters, all of whom, like retired academic Esther de Laurenti (who had a lead role in 2019's The Tenant), are delightfully fleshed out. Meanwhile, Jeppe struggles to maintain an amicable relationship with his girlfriend's daughters, and Anette becomes attracted to one of the witnesses. The plot takes some unexpected turns as the detectives unearth some shocking secrets involving fraud and pornography en route to the satisfying conclusion. Readers will eagerly await Jeppe and Anette's next case. Agent: Niclas Salomonsson, Salomonsson Agency (Sweden). (Feb.)
Booklist Review
Police detectives Jeppe Kørner and Anette Werner are called in when a 15-year-old Copenhagen boy goes missing. His wealthy parents are frantic with worry, assuming he has been kidnapped, but he has left behind a piece of paper with a quote from Oscar Wilde that leads the detectives to think it may be a suicide note. The mystery deepens after one of the boy's teachers is found dead in the jaws of a crane at an energy plant, and another dies on train tracks. The police and the reader embark on an all-out search through Copenhagen, by land and sea, in one of the best armchair travelogues in ages. (Never mind that The Little Mermaid statue is smaller than you expected.) Off the job, Jeppe is struggling to establish a relationship with his partner's daughters, and Anette, in the "sanctimonious parent phase of her life," finds her fidelity to her husband surprisingly challenged. The investigation leads to a high-level crime, but it is the absolute humanity of the storytelling that makes the book a masterpiece of Nordic noir. Engberg is now one of the most widely read and beloved crime authors in Denmark. This is book three of the series (after The Butterfly House, 2020) and fans will be desperately waiting for book four.
Excerpts
Excerpts
Prologue PROLOGUE After spending his weekend in bed, Michael woke up Monday morning with a throat full of glass shards. He had just pulled the comforter up around his fever-laden head and decided to call in sick, when his wife came in to stand at the foot of the bed, crossing her arms and giving him that look. Michael got up. After all, she was right. His job as crane operator at the incineration plant was still new, and he couldn't risk making a bad first impression. Pumped up on a mixture of Tylenol and black coffee, he drove out to Copenhagen's industrial island, Refshaleøen, the car radio alternating between soft hits and crisp commercials, and gradually he started to feel better. He parked the car, nodded to the guards in the lobby, and rode the elevator up to the staff room to change his clothes. Strictly speaking that wasn't necessary, because the negative pressure in the sealed waste silo left the surrounding facility nearly odor-free, but Michael always changed into his boiler suit anyway. He laced up his protective work boots, put on his helmet, and walked through the plant with knees aching from the flu. The walkways around the silo made up their own world of steel and valves, control panels, boilers, and signs. There were no windows, the incineration plant comprising a closed system that lacked weather or any circadian rhythm. Michael casually ducked under the hot-water pipes, said hello to a couple of coworkers by the steam turbines, and let himself into the crane operator's room. He stuck his lunch in the refrigerator and made a pot of coffee before sinking into his work chair with a heartfelt sigh. A ferocious scene came into view in front of him, one that he still had not fully gotten used to. A window--the only one in the entire waste silo--offered a view into the heart of the incineration plant: the underbelly of Western civilization, a massive aggregated heap of filthy futility. Michael hadn't worked with garbage before, and on his first few shifts he had felt sick to his stomach, as if he were witnessing the apocalypse and ought to be doing something instead of just watching it. It had gotten better over time. He had even started eating the cookies his coworkers left behind while moving the claw. The claw! At eight meters across from leg to leg it resembled something from a dystopian world where giant spiders ruled a dead planet. Michael had brought many pictures of the claw home to his six-year-old son, who firmly believed his dad had the coolest job in the world. In reality, his dad's job was a little boring. The system that controlled the claw--moving it from the chutes where the waste carts were emptied and over to the ovens--was automated. Michael was only there to observe the transfer of the waste from left to right ad infinitum and make sure that nothing went wrong. "Good morning," said Kasper Skytte as he walked in and sat in the chair next to Michael. Occasionally the process engineers came to check if there was trouble in the control system. Michael hadn't noticed anything. "Any problems so far?" "Nope." Luckily the engineers rarely spoke to the crane operators or anyone, really, who didn't understand their technobabble. So Michael knew he would be able to work in peace, which was just as well. He felt feverish and hot and perhaps should have defied his wife and stayed in bed after all. "Coffee?" Kasper asked. "Thanks, I'm good." The engineer got up and clanked around with cups and spoons behind him, then yawned loudly and sank back into the chair beside Michael so they were once more seated side by side, watching the silo. Michael pulled his bag closer and dug around in it for something to relieve his sore throat, hoping he still had a couple of lozenges left. He found a pack of Ricola drops and gratefully popped one into his mouth. The claw approached the window with a full load. It was always an impressive sight when it swung by really close. Trash dangled from its enormous grabbing arms, like tentacles on a jellyfish: a rope, a dirty tarp, a sneaker. Michael leaned closer to the glass, squinting. That shoe was attached to something. Just as the load passed right in front of the window, an arm emerged, flopping out of the trash and dangling limply from the claw. Next to him Kasper spat his coffee at the window. Then Michael slammed the dead-man button. Excerpted from The Harbor by Katrine Engberg All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
