{"product_id":"rekke-seriesisbn-9780593663684","title":"Rekke Series","description":"\u003cb\u003eInspired by Sherlock Holmes, an exhilarating new thriller from the best-selling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Girl in the Spider’s Web—\u003c\/i\u003ea murder investigation in which two unlikely allies race to uncover a shadowy international conspiracy.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eProfessor Hans Rekke is a world authority on interrogation techniques, capable of dizzying feats of logic and observation. He was born into wealth and power and has a picture-perfect wife and daughter. But he also has a fragile psyche that falls apart under pressure.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMicaela Vargas is a street-smart police officer, daughter of Chilean political refugees, who grew up in the projects on the outskirts of Stockholm and has two brothers on the wrong side of the law. She is tenacious and uncompromising, and desperate to prove herself to her fellow cops.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMicaela needs Hans’s unique mind to help her solve the case of a murdered asylum-seeker from Afghanistan. Hans needs Micaela to save him from himself. Together, they need to find the killer before they’re both silenced for good.\"\u003ci\u003eDark Music\u003c\/i\u003e is a terrifically well-wrought book that grabs readers and tugs them through a dangerous deductive adventure.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eThe Wall Street Journal\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e“Rekke [is a] gem of a character . . . Kudos to Lagercrantz and translator Giles for a compelling read.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews \u003c\/i\u003e(starred)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Lagercrantz has created a complex, Holmes-and-Watson alliance here that’s enhanced by brooding Scandinavian atmosphere, nuanced internal conflicts, and sharp-edged cultural divides. A well-constructed series starter, offering more to come.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Christine Tran, \u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A promising series launch . . . Vargas’s depth of character bodes well for future entries. Not just Sherlock Holmes fans will want to check this one out.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A crime thriller inspired by Sherlock Holmes, written by the author who successfully continued writing Stieg Larssson’s Millennium Trilogy, sounds like a dream. But it’s happened . . . Lagercrantz has penned a classic murder mystery . . . You’ll love the massive contrast in styles of the two main characters, as they cope with the ups and downs of a complicated investigation—one Holmes himself would have loved to solve.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Alan Jones, \u003ci\u003eThe Independent\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“David Lagercrantz, who inherited Stieg Larsson’s mismatched investigators in his sequels to the Millennium series, introduces an odd couple of his own . . . It has a cosmopolitan collection of oddball characters, and themes as diverse as classical music and Sweden’s anti-terrorist policies.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—John Dugdale, \u003ci\u003eThe Sunday Times\u003c\/i\u003e (London), “Best Thriller Books of 2022 So Far”\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A rich, engrossing novel.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Natasha Cooper, \u003ci\u003eLiterary Review\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“This book kept me up half the night . . . It works brilliantly . . . David Lagercrantz knows his craft.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eExpressen\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“A must-read . . . Another writer might have gotten lost in a swamp of clichés. But not David Lagercrantz . . . Lagercrantz skillfully navigates a complex plot.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eSmålandsposten\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“Very entertaining . . . The depiction of this duo’s friendship is finely tuned and poignant, and I have only good things to say about the suspense.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eSvenska Dagbladet\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“We are without a doubt dealing with a dynamic duo . . . Both affecting and engaging.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eGöteborgs-Posten\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Don’t be surprised by the success of the Rekke\/Vargas series . . . There is an enormous amount of research behind this story.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eDagens Nyheter\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“Lagercrantz really captures readers . . . We like Rekke and Vargas—both as partners and as individuals.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eKulturnytt,\u003c\/i\u003e Swedish Radio\u003c\/b\u003eDAVID LAGERCRANTZ\u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003eis an acclaimed author and journalist. His continuations of Stieg Larsson’s Millennium Trilogy—\u003ci\u003eThe Girl in the Spider’s Web, The Girl Who Takes an Eye for an Eye,\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eThe Girl Who Lived Twice\u003c\/i\u003e—are worldwide best sellers. He is also the author of \u003ci\u003eI am Zlatan Ibrahimovic\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eFall of Man in Wilmslow. \u003c\/i\u003eHe lives in Stockholm.ONE\u003cbr\u003e JULY 19, 2003\u003cbr\u003e It was meaningless bullshit. All of it.\u003cbr\u003e Chief Inspector Fransson was delivering a long, peevish exegesis about what an idiot the assistant commissioner was and Micaela Vargas could no longer listen. It was too hot in the car, and the splendid mansions of Djursholm lay outside.\u003cbr\u003e “Did we go past it?” she said.\u003cbr\u003e “Calm down, young lady—­this isn’t exactly my usual neighborhood,” Fransson said, fanning himself with his hand.\u003cbr\u003e They drove on down toward the water, stopping at a tall gate with a CCTV camera and an entry phone. It opened after a few words from Fransson and they rolled into a large courtyard, past a fountain and up to a sumptuous mansion built from ochre-coloured stone, its large windows and colonnaded frontage overlooking the sea.\u003cbr\u003e Micaela felt more nervous still. She was a local community beat cop, but this summer she’d become part of a murder inquiry because she possessed certain knowledge about the suspected assailant, Giuseppe Costa. She had mostly been tasked with running errands and doing basic checks. Nevertheless, she had been permitted to come along today to visit Professor Rekke, who would be able to assist them with their investigation—­or so the assistant commissioner said.\u003cbr\u003e White stone steps led up to the house, and standing on the terrace at the top was a woman in ivory cotton trousers and a blue blouse that fluttered in the wind.\u003cbr\u003e “I suppose that must be the wife,” Fransson said.\u003cbr\u003e The woman looked like a film star. Micaela got out of the car feeling sweaty and uncomfortable, and crossed the raked gravel to the house.\u003cbr\u003e TWO\u003cbr\u003e FOUR DAYS EARLIER\u003cbr\u003e More often than not, Micaela would arrive at work early. But that morning, she was sitting in the kitchen eating breakfast although it was past nine o’clock. The phone rang. It was Inspector Jonas Beijer.\u003cbr\u003e “We have to go see the assistant commissioner,” he said.\u003cbr\u003e He didn’t say why. But it was clear it wasn’t optional. She went to the mirror in the hall and pulled on her sweatshirt, an extra-­large one that sat on her loosely. \u003ci\u003eYou look like you want to hide\u003c\/i\u003e, her brother Lucas would have said. But she thought it suited her. She brushed her hair and combed down her bangs so that they almost concealed her eyes, then headed off to the Tunnelbana.\u003cbr\u003e Micaela had just turned twenty-six. There weren’t many people on the Tunnelbana. She had a whole group of seats to herself and was soon lost in her own thoughts.\u003cbr\u003e It was no surprise that the case interested the top brass. The murder itself might have been an outburst of madness, a drunken act. But there were other elements that explained the attention on the investigation. The deceased—­Jamal Kabir—­had been a soccer referee and a refugee from Taliban-controlled Afghanistan, and he had been beaten to death with a rock after a junior soccer game at Grimsta IP. It went without saying that Assistant Commissioner Falkegren wanted a piece of the action.\u003cbr\u003e She got off at Solna Centrum and continued toward the police station on Sundbybergsvägen, thinking to herself that today was the day she would put her foot down and tell everyone what she thought was wrong with the investigation.\u003cbr\u003e Martin Falkegren was the youngest assistant police commissioner in the country; he was forward-looking, and wanted to keep up with what was new. People said he wore his ideas like medals across his chest, which he guessed was not meant kindly. But he was proud of his openness, and this time, yet again, he had tried a different approach. They might get angry. But, as he had told his wife, it was the best lecture he had ever attended. It was worth a try.\u003cbr\u003e He set out extra chairs and bottles of Ramlösa mineral water as well as two bowls of liquorice his secretary had bought on her mini-cruise to Finland, and listened for the sound of footsteps in the hallway. No-one seemed to be on their way yet. For a moment he pictured the investigating officer, Carl Fransson, standing before him, with his hefty body and critical gaze. Frankly, he thought to himself, he couldn’t blame him. No detective wants the bosses involved in his inquiry.\u003cbr\u003e But these were special circumstances. The murderer, a batshit, narcissistic Italian, was manipulating the shirts off their backs. It was an embarrassment—­nothing less.\u003cbr\u003e “Sorry, am I the first to arrive?”\u003cbr\u003e It was the young Chilean officer. He couldn’t recall her name, but he ­remembered that Fransson wanted her off the team—­he’d said she was a pain.\u003cbr\u003e “Welcome. I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure,” he said, proffering a hand.\u003cbr\u003e She took it in a firm handshake and he looked her over from head to foot. She was short and stocky, with thick curly hair and long bangs combed down over her forehead. Her eyes were big and restless and shone with a dark intensity. There was something about her that immediately attracted him yet also kept him at a distance, and he was tempted to hold on to her hand a little longer. But her expression warned him against that, and he muttered instead:\u003cbr\u003e “You know Costa, don’t you?”\u003cbr\u003e “I know \u003ci\u003eof\u003c\/i\u003e him,” she said. “We both come from Husby.”\u003cbr\u003e “How would you describe him?”\u003cbr\u003e “He’s a bit of a showman. He used to sing to us outside the flats. He can get pretty aggressive when he drinks.”\u003cbr\u003e “Yes, that much is obvious. But why is he lying to our faces?”\u003cbr\u003e “I don’t know whether he’s lying,” she said, and he didn’t like that.\u003cbr\u003e It was inconceivable that they might have the wrong guy. The evidence was substantial and they were preparing to charge him. All that was missing was a confession. But he didn’t have time to tell her that. He heard the others approaching along the hallway and stood up to congratulate them.\u003cbr\u003e “Good job. I’m proud of you guys,” he said, and while he might have tried harder to include the Chilean girl, he did not correct himself.\u003cbr\u003e His attempt to sound collegial was unsuccessful.\u003cbr\u003e “What a senseless incident. And all because the referee didn’t award a penalty.”\u003cbr\u003e He was just trying to get the conversation started, but Fransson seized the opportunity to lecture him and said it was far more complicated than that. There was a clear motive, he said, which might not be a motive to the likes of you and me, but it was to an alcoholic soccer dad without any impulse control who lived for his son’s successes on the field.\u003cbr\u003e “Yes, yes, of course,” he said. “But my God . . . I saw the game tape. Costa was completely insane, while the referee . . . What’s his name again?”\u003cbr\u003e “Jamal Kabir.”\u003cbr\u003e “. . . while Jamal Kabir was the picture of calm. Talk about poise.”\u003cbr\u003e “That’s what they said.”\u003cbr\u003e “And him waving his hands. Elegant, right? As if he were controlling the whole game.”\u003cbr\u003e “It is a rather unusual style, it’s true,” Fransson said, at which point Martin Falkegren turned his gaze away from him and resolved to regain control of the conversation.\u003cbr\u003e He wasn’t there for chit-chat.\u003cbr\u003e Micaela fidgeted. The atmosphere was not exactly relaxed, despite Falkegren trying his best to be one of the guys. But that was a hopeless project from the very start, and not just because he always smiled. He wore a shiny suit and loafers with tassels.\u003cbr\u003e “How’s our evidence looking otherwise, Carl?” he said. “I spoke briefly with . . .”\u003cbr\u003e Falkegren looked at her. But he couldn’t remember her name, or his thoughts were elsewhere, because he left the sentence hanging until Fransson interjected and outlined the evidence. As always when he spoke, it sounded convincing, as if all they needed was a verdict. That might have been why the assistant commissioner wasn’t really listening. He muttered:\u003cbr\u003e “Absolutely. None of the evidence is directly weakened by the observations in the P7.”\u003cbr\u003e “I think that’s right,” Fransson said, and Micaela looked up from her notepad.\u003cbr\u003e The P7, she thought. The damn P7. She had gotten hold of it some ten days ago and still wasn’t entirely clear what it was. It seemed to be a report on the preliminary examination conducted by the forensic psychiatrist. She had read it with a certain degree of expectation, and had been disappointed almost right away. Antisocial personality disorder was the conclusion. Costa was, in other words, some sort of psychopath. She didn’t believe it.","brand":"Random House Large Print","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46303683576037,"sku":"NP9780593663684","price":30.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780593663684.jpg?v=1730755029","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/rekke-seriesisbn-9780593663684","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}