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The Harbor (Korner and Werner) - Softcover

Buch 3 von 3: Korner and Werner

Engberg, Katrine

 
9781668021644: The Harbor (Korner and Werner)
Softcover
ISBN 10: 1668021641 ISBN 13: 9781668021644
Verlag: Pocket Books, 2023

Inhaltsangabe

This “must-read for fans of Nordic noir” (BookPage, starred review) follows detectives Korner and Werner 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” (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.

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Über die Autorin bzw. den Autor

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.

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This “must-read for fans of Nordic noir” (BookPage, starred review) follows detectives Korner and Werner 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” (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.

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Chapter 1 CHAPTER 1
The ocean closed over his head, and he sank to the bottom, away from the light at the surface. A kelp plant caressed his arms, inviting him deeper. He was tempted to just let go, exhale one last time, and fall, let his body dissolve into motes dancing in the sea’s vertical rays of sunlight and surrender to the mermaids of the bottomless blue.

But the gray waters of Snekkersten Marina were far from the bottomless blue. Jeppe Kørner pushed off from the bottom and stretched his arms up toward the light. Seconds later, he broke the surface and inhaled.

“I was starting to think you would never come back up.”

Jeppe shook the water out of his ears and squinted up at the figure on the dock. Above the surface the world was warm and bright. He swam to the ladder and searched with his feet for the slippery bottom rung, then he looked down one last time. The cool depths of the sea always stirred a longing in him, some kind of death wish perhaps.

“I don’t understand how you can stay in so long. Ten seconds and I’m freezing.” Johannes Ledmark shivered in his bathrobe and held a towel out to Jeppe. “Let’s hit the sauna and warm up before the senior crowd arrives. I can’t stand the sight of all those varicose veins.”

He winked as if to take the sting out of his harsh remark and headed for the sauna. Jeppe dried himself and stuck his feet into the slightly too small sandals Johannes had found for him to use.

Johannes, renowned actor and one of Jeppe’s oldest friends, was renting the ground floor of an old brick house by the harbor in Snekkersten for the summer while he looked for a new place to live. His repeated attempts to save the marriage with his husband of twelve years had failed, and the inner-city condo they owned together was now for sale. Meanwhile Johannes was licking his wounds far from the prying eyes of the public in the old fishing village of Snekkersten, north of Copenhagen. The run-down house was leaky and the yard overgrown, but Johannes seemed to thrive in the makeshift chaos overlooking the waters of the Øresund. He had even begun attacking the yard with a hedge trimmer and loppers, stubbornly insisting that mowing the lawn and weeding the patio felt meditative.

“Ha, I think we lucked out. The sauna’s empty.”

Johannes held the door of the little black-painted building on the breakwater open for Jeppe. They made themselves comfortable on the sauna’s wooden benches and let the oven’s dry heat rise up through the wood and bring the life back into their cold bodies. The early spring weather had been unusually sunny and warm for Denmark, but there was still a bite to the air, and the water temperature hadn’t crept up above the midforties.

“Would you look at us, all grown up, winter bathers in the sauna,” Johannes said with a chuckle. “We’re just a pastrami sandwich and a senior pass to the Louisiana Museum away from turning into our parents.”

“What’s wrong with pastrami?” Jeppe asked, squeezing the salt water out of his short hair with his hands to stop the chilly trickle down his back. “I’m afraid we turned into our parents a long time ago. You just haven’t noticed yet, because the guys you pick up are half your age.”

“Oh, would you stop?” Johannes snapped a rolled-up towel at Jeppe’s arm, and Jeppe responded by punching him on the shoulder. They rubbed their bruises, laughing.

“Besides, my young boyfriends keep me fit. Look, I’ve never been hotter than now!” Johannes smiled enigmatically. “Youthful, and only ever lonely on Sundays. How about you? You practically have a wife and kids now. How’s that going?”

Jeppe looked down at his feet, which pearled with beads of seawater and sweat. Indeed, he had got in Sara what he might call a package deal, one that he had never pictured himself signing up for, and he often found himself walking the very fine line between love and irritation.

“We haven’t moved in together yet,” Jeppe said. “It’s not so easy when there are kids involved.”

“On the other hand, it’s a way to have kids.” Johannes tipped his head to the side and dried his ears on the towel. “That is something you’ve always wanted, after all.”

Jeppe shrugged. He had lived through three failed rounds of fertility treatments with his ex-wife before they decided to split and she had a baby with someone else. Since then he had pretty much given up on the idea of becoming a parent.

“When you don’t have kids yourself, the whole thing can be a little overwhelming,” Jeppe admitted.

“Honestly,” Johannes said, eyeing him skeptically. “Can you ever really learn to love someone else’s children?”

Jeppe pictured eleven-year-old Amina, who had awakened the household that morning—along with most of the neighbors—by playing K-pop at concert volume and throwing a temper tantrum when Sara turned the music down.

“They’re both great girls.”

“I’ll take that as a no.” Johannes laughed. “I figured as much, but I get it. Most kids are just as unbearable as their parents.”

“Wait,” Jeppe protested. “That’s not what I mean. I’m very fond of Sara’s kids, we just need to get used to one another. They need ample time to adjust to Mom having a boyfriend, who is not their father…” He felt a wave of heat rise up his spine and hit his cheeks, turning them a glossy red. “Say, shouldn’t we be talking about your divorce instead? How’s it going with divvying up the assets? Are your lawyers on speaking terms?”

“Okay, okay, you win.” Johannes raised his hands in the air, like a white flag of surrender. “Let’s go have some breakfast. I got croissants from the good bakery.”

“First we need to go back into the water.” Jeppe stood up, a drip of sweat falling from his chin to the floor. “Just a quick dip.”

“No way! I’ll die if I have to go into that freezing ocean again.”

“A little dying won’t kill you. Come on, old friend!” Jeppe pulled Johannes out of the sauna and pushed him down the breakwater toward the swimming dock. He was already longing for the cold darkness below the surface. Jeppe hung the bathrobe over the railing and was on his way to the swim ladder when he heard his phone ringing. He walked back and plucked it from the pocket of his robe to see who was calling. The wind raised goose bumps on the bare skin of his arms. It was the police commissioner.

HER SHOES SANK into the soft sand, immortalizing each point of contact between her rubber soles and Greve Beach in a trail of footprints. Anette Werner let the dogs run on ahead and enjoyed the feel of her body working, lungs pumping oxygen in and out. The ocean lay like a bluish-gray belt, sending in whiffs of seaweed-scented air with the surf and mixing it with the sharp smell of beach gorse. The morning sun already stood well above the horizon. Anette breathed hard and pondered how the things that make us feel happy and alive generally also involve pain. Like becoming a parent, for example. Having little Gudrun a year and nine months ago was hands down the hardest—sometimes even the most boring—thing she had ever attempted. Even so, she loved her daughter so much that she began missing her the very second she waved goodbye every morning at the day care.

The dogs started barking up ahead. She could...

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Verlag
Pocket Books
Erscheinungsdatum
2023
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
1668021641
ISBN 13 
9781668021644
Einband
Taschenbuch
Auflage
1
Anzahl der Seiten
432
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