{"product_id":"the-fire-witness-isbn-9780525433088","title":"The Fire Witness","description":"\u003cb\u003e#1 INTERNATIONAL BESTSELLER • A terrifying new thriller in the the internationally bestselling Killer Instinct series: Detective Joona Linna finds himself on a collision course with a terrifying killer whose past is more troubling than anyone could imagine. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“One of those rare books that is truly difficult to put down.” —\u003ci\u003eNew York Journal of Books \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA brutal killing spree at a home for wayward teens. One girl is dead, another is missing. Joona Linna scrambles to track her down before the death toll mounts.\u003cb\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eThe Fire Witness\u003c\/i\u003e and Lars Kepler's Joona Linna Series:\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“One of those rare books that is truly difficult to put down.” —\u003ci\u003eNew York Journal of Books\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Rattles along at a terrific pace.... Scandinavian noir at its best.” —\u003ci\u003eThe Evening Standard\u003c\/i\u003e (UK)\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Haunting.... Refuses to let go.” —\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “A rich, nuanced tale.” —\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003eLARS KEPLER is the pseudonym of the critically acclaimed husband and wife team Alexandra Coelho Ahndoril and Alexander Ahndoril. Their internationally bestselling Joona Linna series has sold more than ten million copies in forty languages. The Ahndorils were both established writers before they adopted the pen name Lars Kepler, and have each published several acclaimed novels. They live in Stockholm, Sweden. Translated by Neil Smith.\u003cp\u003e1\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eElisabet Grim is fifty--one years old and her hair is peppered with gray. She has cheerful eyes, and when she smiles you can see that one of her front teeth sticks out a little farther than the other.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eElisabet works as a nurse at the Birgitta Home, a children’s home north of Sundsvall. It’s privately run and takes girls between twelve and seventeen years of age.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMany of the girls have problems with drugs when they arrive, almost all have a history of self--harm and eating disorders, and several of them are very violent. For them, there aren’t really any alternatives to group homes with alarmed doors, barred windows, and airlocks. The next step is usually adult prison and compulsory psychiatric care, but the Birgitta Home is one of the few exceptions, offering girls a path back to society.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eElisabet likes to say that the Birgitta Home is where the good girls end up.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe picks up the last piece of dark chocolate, puts it in her mouth, and feels its blend of sweetness and bitterness tingle under her tongue.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSlowly, her shoulders start to relax. It’s been a difficult evening, even though the day started so well: lessons in the morning and swimming in the lake after lunch.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAfter dinner, the housekeeper went home, leaving Elisabet on her own.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe number of night staff was cut four months after the Blancheford Holding Company bought the place.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe residents had been allowed to watch television until ten. She had spent the evening in the nurses’ office, and was trying to catch up with her logs when she heard angry shouting. She hurried to the TV room, where she found Miranda attacking little Tuula, yelling that Tuula was a cunt and a whore, dragging her off the sofa, then kicking her in the back.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eElisabet is starting to get used to Miranda’s violent outbursts. She rushed in and pulled her away from Tuula, earning herself a blow to the face, and she had to shout at Miranda that this was clearly unacceptable behavior. Without any discussion, she led Miranda away along the corridor, to the isolation room.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eElisabet said good night, but Miranda didn’t answer. She just sat on the bed staring at the floor, and smiled to herself when Elisabet closed and locked the door.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe newest girl, Vicky Bennet, was booked for an evening conversation, but there was no time because of the trouble with Miranda and Tuula. Vicky tentatively pointed out that it was her turn and got upset when she was told it would have to be postponed. She smashed a cup, then slashed her stomach and wrists with one of the fragments.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhen Elisabet came in, Vicky was sitting with her hands in front of her face, blood running down her arms. Elisabet cleaned the cuts, which turned out to be superficial, put gauze on her stomach, and bandaged her wrists, then sat and comforted her until she saw a little smile. For the third night in a row, she gave the girl ten milligrams of Sonata so that she’d get some sleep.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e2\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAll the residents are asleep now, and the place is quiet. There’s a light on in the office window; the world outside seems impenetrable and black.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eElisabet is sitting in front of the computer, a deep frown on her face, writing up the evening’s events in the log.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIt’s almost midnight, and she realizes that she hasn’t even found time to take her evening pill. Her little habit, she likes to joke. The combination of nights on call and exhausting day--shifts have ruined her sleep. She usually takes ten milligrams of Stilnoct at ten o’clock so that she can be asleep by eleven and get a few solid hours of rest.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe September darkness has settled on the forest, but the smooth surface of Himmel Lake is still visible, shining like mother--of--pearl.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAt last, she can switch the computer off and take her pill. She pulls her cardigan tighter around herself and thinks about how nice a glass of red wine would be. She’d love to sit in bed with a book and a glass of wine, reading and talking to Daniel.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBut she’s on call tonight and will be sleeping in the little overnight room.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe jumps when Buster starts barking out in the yard. He sounds so agitated that she gets goose bumps on her arms.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIt’s late; she should be in bed.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe room gets darker when the computer shuts down. Everything seems incredibly quiet. Elisabet becomes aware of the sounds she’s making: the sigh of the office chair when she stands up, the tiles creaking as she walks over to the window. She tries to see outside, but the glass just reflects her own face and the inside of the office.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSuddenly, in the reflection, she sees the door slip open behind her.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHer heart starts to beat faster. The door was just ajar, but now it’s half open. There must be a draft, she tries to tell herself. The stove in the dining room always seems to pull in a lot of air.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eYet Elisabet feels peculiarly anxious, and fear starts to creep through her veins. She doesn’t dare turn around, just stares into the dark window at the reflection of the door behind her back.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe listens to the ticking of the computer.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIn an attempt to shake off her unease, she reaches out her hand and switches off the lamp, then turns around.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eNow the door is wide open.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA shiver runs down her spine.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe lights are on in the hallway leading to the dining room and the girls’ rooms. She’s just left the office, to make sure that the vents on the stove are closed, when she hears a whisper from the bedrooms.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e3\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eElisabet stands still, listening, as she looks out into the hallway. At first she can’t hear anything, but then there it is again. A slight whisper, so faint that it’s barely audible.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“It’s your turn to close your eyes,” the voice says.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eElisabet stands perfectly still, staring off into the darkness. She blinks several times but can’t see anyone there.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe is thinking that it must be one of the girls talking in her sleep when she hears a strange noise. It’s like someone dropping an overripe peach on the floor. And then another one. Heavy and wet. A table leg scrapes as it moves; then another two peaches fall to the floor.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eElisabet catches a glimpse of movement from the corner of her eye. A shadow slipping past. She turns around and sees that the door to the dining room is slowly swinging closed.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Wait,” she says, even though she tells herself it was just the wind again.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe hurries over and grabs the handle but meets a peculiar resistance. There’s a brief tug--of--war, and then the door simply glides open.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eElisabet walks into the dining room very warily, trying to scan the area. The scratched table stands out in the darkness. She moves slowly toward the stove, sees her own movement reflected in its closed brass doors.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe flue is still radiating heat.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSuddenly there’s a crackling, knocking sound behind the oven doors. She takes a step back and bumps into a chair.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIt’s only a piece of firewood falling against the inside of the doors. The room is completely empty.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe takes a deep breath and leaves the dining room, closing the door behind her. She starts to head back toward the hallway to the isolation room but stops again and listens.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe can’t hear anything from the girls’ rooms. There’s an acrid smell in the air—-metallic, almost. Though she looks for movement in the dark hallway, everything is still. Even so, she is drawn in that direction, toward the row of unlocked doors. Some of them seem to be ajar.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eOn the righthand side of the hall are the bathrooms, and then an alcove leading to the locked isolation room where Miranda is sleeping.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe peephole in the door glints gently.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eElisabet stops and holds her breath. A high voice is whispering something in one of the rooms but falls abruptly silent when Elisabet starts to move again.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Quiet, now,” she says to the girls.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHer heart starts to beat harder when she hears a series of rapid thuds. It’s hard to localize them, but it sounds as if Miranda is lying in bed and kicking the wall with her bare feet. 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