The Silenced
WINNER SWEDISH CRIME NOVEL OF THE YEAR.The adrenaline-charged and suspenseful thriller set in a ruthless world where all means are permitted in the fight for power.When a savaged body is found in the waters outside the governing party’s conference centre, the case lands on detective Julia Gabrielsson’s desk. Who is the deceased and why has somebody gone to such trouble to make sure the body is unidentifiable?Officer David Sarac is a man haunted by demons. After a violent showdown that almost cost him his life, the policeman is being treated at a closed ward far from the capital. Soon he will permanently silence the accusing voices in his head. But a mysterious offer has David changing his mind.
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2017
Copyright © 2015 Anders de la Motte
Translation copyright © Neil Smith 2017
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Originally published as UltiMatum in 2015 in Sweden
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Source ISBN: 9780008101138
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Contents
Even though she was only just past thirty, Detective Inspector Julia Gabrielsson had seen plenty of dead bodies. Probably more than most police officers, with the exception of the bull elephants in the far corridor of the Violent Crime Unit. The old guys with minty breath who appraised her figure unashamedly, used password as the password on their computers, and could never be reached after two o’clock. But she doubted that the closet alcoholics in the Tic Tac club had ever seen anything as disgusting as the body lying on the autopsy table in front of her. If you could actually call it a body.
Nine years had passed since her earliest visit to the Forensic Medicine Unit in Solna. Her first body hadn’t wanted to make a lot of fuss. He lay there quietly in his apartment for a whole summer while the maggots slowly dissolved him onto the parquet floor, and she felt her knees wobble when the body bag was opened. The body on the slab in front of them was worse. Much worse.
She glanced at her colleague, Amante, who was standing beside her. His Adam’s apple was bobbing up and down frenetically in his freshly shaven neck. Not exactly a gentle introduction. As long as he didn’t actually throw up. She stepped back discreetly to remove her shoes and trousers from the danger zone.
Amante seemed to notice her looking. He turned his head and gave her an apologetic smile. The eyes behind his dark-framed glasses were brown and looked simultaneously friendly and mournful, which surprised Julia. Revulsion would have been much more expected. Or why not a hint of good old Get-me-out-of-here panic? That would have been perfectly understandable. After all, her new partner wasn’t a proper police officer but a civilian investigator. Infinitely more at home sitting in a cozy office surrounded by statistics than getting stuck in practical police work. The only question was why her fat boss had without warning foisted an oversensitive office clerk on her? She made up her mind to solve that particular mystery before the day was out.
The thin-haired pathologist in front of them leafed through his sheaf of papers but evidently failed to find the form he was looking for. Unless he was just searching for the right words with which to start his explanation. Somewhere in the depths of the Forensic Medicine Center an air-conditioning unit rumbled to life, making a subdued but ominous sound.
Amante swallowed again. Julia nodded at him and forced herself to summon up something that resembled an encouraging smile.
