An accidental slip of a blade...
A tragic incident on the operating table leaves a patient damaged for life and leads a young surgeon to abandon his profession as a physician... Now, years later, a series of senseless, gruesome murders are rocking the same medical community.
Then murderous revenge...
The weapon? A surgical scalpel. But who exactly is preying on these victims? And why? What does this grisly pattern reveal? And who will be the one to stop it? Special prosecutor Jana Berzelius, who has her own dark secrets to hide, is in charge of the investigation. What she canât know, until she is finally closing in on the murderer, is just how her own motherâs recent death is intimately connected.
This intricately plotted and relentlessly suspenseful medical thriller keeps everyone guessing until the bitter end.
Slowly We Die
Emelie Schepp
Copyright
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First published in Great Britain by HQ in 2018
Copyright © Emelie Schepp 2018
Swedish Edition © 2016 by Emelie Schepp
English Edition © 2018 by Emelie Schepp
Published by arrangement with Grand Agency
Translation by Suzanne Martin Cheadle
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Ebook Edition © June 2018 ISBN: 9781474050944
Praise for International Bestselling Author Emelie Schepp
On Marked for Life
âA stellar first in a crime trilogy.... Schepp couples an insightful look at the personal and professional lives of her characters with an unflinching multi-layered plot loaded with surprises.â
âPublishers Weekly, starred review
âA fast-paced thriller with a good blend of police procedural, the draw of a ninja-strong female lead, and enough adrenaline to make a good nightâs sleep a near impossibility.â
âBooklist
âMove over, Jo Nesbø.â
âFort Worth Star-Telegram
âIntriguing.... The challenging, multi-layered heroine makes it worth the read.â
âKirkus Reviews
âAn exceptional novel.... The author has done a great job with the characters, and readers will want to continue reading this trilogy to see how these cliff-hangers are going to play out.â
âSuspense Magazine
âOne mind-blowing thriller.... It will keep readers guessing and thirsty for more.â
âManhattan Book Review
On Marked for Revenge
âIn Swedish author Scheppâs outstanding second novel,
[she] sure-handedly brings her characters to unhappy life in a police procedural that lays bare the most sordid aspects of immigrant-related crime.â
âPublishers Weekly, starred review
âEmelie Schepp is rapidly securing her place as the master of the ensemble police procedural novel.... Make time to read Marked for Revenge in one sitting. The pages just fly by.â
âBookreporter
PROLOGUE
THE WOMAN OPENED her eyes and looked straight up at me. Her hands began clawing desperately at the air, as if sheâd just realized what was about to happen.
I could see her surprise, her confusion, and I whispered to her that there was no alternative, that it was too late, she had already seen too much in the back of the ambulance.
She should have kept her eyes closed, shouldnât have looked around with her meddling gaze, shouldnât have seen me take the ring.
âIâm sorry,â I said, pressing my hands against her nose and mouth, âbut what would you do if you were me?â
She didnât answer. How could she?
She struggled again to pull her face away from me, making one last desperate attempt. Her thin body thrashed up and down on the stretcher. She tried to grab my hands, but instead her fingers just pulled at my arms with increasing panic. Her nails tore at my skin, but I didnât stop. I pressed harder. Harder.