Inborn - Softcover

Enger, Thomas

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1912374471 ISBN 13: 9781912374472

Verlag: Orenda Books, 2019

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When a double murder takes place in a Norwegian village high school, a teenager finds himself subject to trial by social media &; and in the dock. Bestselling, highly emotive and award-winning Nordic Noir&;

&;One of the finest writers of the Nordic Noir genre&; Ragnar Jónasson

&;If you like your crime smart, dark and morally compelling then you&;ll absolutely love this book&; 17 Degrees Magazine

What turns a boy into a killer?

When the high school in the small Norwegian village of Fredheim becomes a murder scene, the finger is soon pointed at seventeen-year-old Even. As the investigation closes in, social media is ablaze with accusations, rumours and even threats, and Even finds himself the subject of an online trial as well as being in the dock &; for murder?

Even pores over his memories of the months leading up to the crime, and it becomes clear that more than one villager was acting suspiciously &; and secrets are simmering beneath the calm surface of this close-knit community.  As events from the past play tag with the present, he&;s forced to question everything he thought he knew. Was the death of his father in a car crash a decade earlier really accidental? Has a relationship stirred up something that someone is prepared to kill to protect?

It seems that there may be no one that Even can trust. But can we trust him?

A taut, moving and chilling thriller, Inborn examines the very nature of evil, and asks the questions: How well do we really know our families? How well do we know ourselves?

&;Clever plotting and thought-provoking premise. Another feather in Thomas Enger&;s cap&; Crime by the Book

&;A pithy, twisty, challenging tale with a cracking concept &; The ending caught in my throat, piercing, then shattering my crime-sleuthing thoughts. Inborn is so very readable, it also provoked and sliced at my feelings, made me stop, made me think, it really is very clever indeed&; LoveReading

&;Thomas Enger&;s novels are intelligent and emotionally aware and Inborn is no exception &; an exciting and thought-provoking novel&; New Books Magazine

&;Spine-chilling and utterly unputdownable&; Yrsa Sigurðardóttir

&;One of the most unusual and intense talents in the field&; Barry Forshaw, Independent

&;Satisfyingly tense and dark&; Sunday Times Crime Club

&;MUST HAVE&; Sunday Express S Magazine

&;Intriguing&; Guardian

&;Sophisticated and suspenseful&; Literary Review

&;Full of suspense and heart&; Crime Monthly

&;Inborn is a small-town murder mystery and courtroom drama with multi-faceted characters and compelling twists that will keep you guessing until the very end&; Culture Fly

&;A tightly plotted mix of thrillers and courtroom drama &; compelling, twisty and full of emotion&; Off-the-Shelf Books

You loved Nineteen Minutes and We Need to Talk about Kevin, now read Inborn

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Über die Autorin bzw. den Autor

Thomas Enger is a former journalist. He made his debut with the crime novel Burned in 2010, which marked the first in the Henning Juul series. Most recently, he co-wrote a thriller with Jørn Lier Horst.

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Yngve parked as close to the school entrance as possible. Two girls and a boy were standing outside the door as he approached, eager to get in.

They stared at him, intrigued.

The janitor opened the door for him.

‘I did as you told me to,’ Tic-Tac said, his voice shaking, a spasm seeming to twist his face. ‘I’ve been standing here the whole time.’

‘Can we come in, too?’ one of the girls behind Yngve asked. ’It’s so cold.’

‘No,’ he said with a firm voice.

‘What’s going on?’ the boy asked. ‘What’s happened?’

‘We don’t know yet,’ Yngve answered and closed the door. He turned to Tic-Tac. ‘Where is he?’

Tic-Tac pointed to the stairs. They moved along the hall, their wet shoes making squeaking noises on the floor. ‘I didn’t touch anything,’ Tic-Tac stuttered.

From halfway along the passage Yngve could see a leg and a shoe. As they approached the stairs, more and more of the body became visible. Thin legs, blue jeans. Dark-red stripes that seemed to form a neat pattern on the young boy’s skinny fingers. There was blood on his coat, too, and on his other hand, arm. On the stairs, the wall.

Tic-Tac was right, Yngve thought to himself. There really was blood everywhere.

Fredheim was a small place, but Yngve had seen a lot during his tenure as a police officer here. Body parts in ripped-apart cars, corpses that had been rotting away in the forest throughout the winter. He had seen what people looked like after they’d been hanging by a rope from the ceiling for a couple of weeks, images that sometimes haunted him on nights when sleep was hard to find.

But this…

The young boy’s face looked like mince. Skin, blood, muscle. Teeth coloured red.

‘It’s Johannes Eklund,’ Tic-Tac said.

‘How can you tell?’ Yngve asked without taking his eyes off the kid.

‘His coat,’ the janitor said. ‘The logo on his chest.’

Yngve spotted it now, sewn onto a pocket: an old plane in the middle of a turn, an ‘S’ and a ‘C’ on each wing.

‘He was the singer of Sopwith Camel,’ Tic-Tac added. ‘He had a stunning voice. You should have seen him last night. A genuine star.’

‘There was a show here yesterday?’

‘Yeah. In the auditorium. Opening night of the annual school theatre show.’

‘When?’

‘Between eight and ten, roughly.’

‘And you were here? You watched the show?’

Yngve turned to look at the janitor, who was scratching his left palm.

‘I watched a little bit of it, yes.

‘What time did you leave?’

He seemed to be thinking for a moment. ‘I don’t know, long before the show was over. I knew I had an early start today.’

‘So you didn’t lock the doors before you left?’

Tic-Tac shook his head violently. ‘There was no need. The doors lock automatically at eleven. Everyone should have made their way out by then.’

‘Evidently, not everyone did, though.’

The janitor didn’t reply.

‘What happens if someone does stay behind after eleven? Can they still get out?’

Tic-Tac hesitated for a moment, now scratching his left temple. ‘They can, of course, but it triggers the alarm, and if the alarm goes off, the security company will be here in minutes. We have two surveillance cameras on the outside wall as well, pointing towards the entrance, so it’s easy to find whoever’s responsible. And they get the bill.’

’The alarm didn’t go off last night, did it?’

‘No.’

‘So if people want to avoid triggering the alarm … can they?’

Again, the janitor appeared to be thinking. ’I guess people will find a way out of here, if they need to. But it’s never really been an issue. People know the rules. Plus, there’s a reminder ten minutes before eleven, a ding-dong sound that’s played for about thirty seconds over the school’s PA system. That always makes people hurry out.’

Yngve considered this for a moment while turning back to look at Johannes Eklund. Not even the persistent banging on the entrance door could persuade him to wrench his gaze away from what used to be the face of a good-looking young man. Yngve had seen pictures of Johannes in the Fredheim Chronicle.

‘Can you see who it is?’ he asked Tic-Tac. He coughed to clear his voice. ‘Let them in if they’re police or from the ambulance service. No one else can enter.’

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Orenda Books
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2019
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 1912374471
• ISBN 13: 9781912374472
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 333
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