{"product_id":"the-mirror-man-isbn-9780593315590","title":"The Mirror Man","description":"\u003cb\u003e#1 INTERNATIONAL BEST SELLER • Detective Joona Linna is on the trail of a kidnapper who targets teenage girls and makes their worst nightmares a reality. \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\"Dark, disturbing, and chillingly relentless. Picture Hannibal Lecter sitting down to channel Stieg Larsson and then dial it way, way up!\" —Brad Thor, #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e best-selling author of \u003ci\u003eBlack Ice\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSixteen-year-old Jenny Lind is kidnapped in broad daylight on her way home from school and thrown into the back of a truck. She’s taken to a dilapidated house, where she and other girls face horrors far beyond their worst nightmares. Though they’re desperate to escape, their captor foils everyone of their attempts.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eFive years later, Jenny’s body is found hanging in a playground, strung up with a winch on a rainy night. As the police are scrambling to find a lead in the scant evidence, Detective Joona Linna recognizes an eerie connection between Jenny’s murder and a death declared a suicide years before. And when another teenage girl goes missing, it becomes clear to Joona that they’re dealing with a serial killer—and his murderous rampage may have just begun.\u003cbr\u003e \"Dark, disturbing, and chillingly relentless. Picture Hannibal Lecter sitting down to channel Stieg Larsson and then dial it way, way up!\" \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003c\/b\u003eBrad Thor, #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e best-selling author of \u003ci\u003eBlack Ice\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Chilling, nerve-shredding, clever, and impossibly dark. Lars Kepler has that rare ability to take you to the very edge, and hold you there until the final page.” \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e—Chris Whitaker, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e best-selling author of \u003ci\u003eWe Begin at the End\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “As dark and chilling as a Swedish winter, Lars Kepler’s \u003ci\u003eThe Mirror Man\u003c\/i\u003e is a riveting read. Joona Linna finds himself up against his most dangerous adversary yet—a kidnapper of girls whose cruelty throws back a reflection of the deepest kind of human evil. Those who love their Scandinavian crime fiction intense, twisty, and psychologically terrifying will be unable to put this one down.”\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e—Gregg Hurwitz, \u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003e #1 internationally best-selling author of the Orphan X series\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Stellar.... The ability of Kepler (the pen name of Alexander and Alexandra Ahndoril) to ratchet up the tension en route to a stunning reveal and an eminently fair solution is remarkable. This merits comparisons with the best of Thomas Harris.\" \u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e (starred)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\"A bar-raising entry in a series that unfailingly blends streamlined plotting, smart psychological suspense, and explosive conclusions with gritty portrayals of human evil.\"\u003cb\u003e —\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003eLARS KEPLER is the pseudonym of the critically acclaimed husband-and-wife team Alexandra Coelho Ahndoril and Alexander Ahndoril. Their number one internationally best-selling Killer Instinct series has sold more than 15 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 Alice Menzies.\u003cp\u003e1\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTHROUGH THE CLASSROOM'S GRIMY WINDOWS, ELEONOR watches the bushes and trees bend in the stiff breeze as dust is blown along the road.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIt almost looks like a river is flowing outside the school, murky and silent.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe bell rings, and the students gather up their books and notes. Eleonor gets to her feet and follows the others out of the classroom.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe watches Jenny Lind button her jacket in front of her locker. Her face and blond hair are reflected in the dented metal.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJenny is pretty, different. She has intense eyes that make Eleonor feel nervous, make her cheeks flush.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJenny is artistic. She likes taking photos, and she also happens to be the only person in school who actually enjoys reading. When she turned sixteen last week, Eleonor said “Happy birthday” to her.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBut no one cares about Eleonor. She isn’t attractive enough, and she knows it, even if Jenny once said she wanted to take a series of portraits of her.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIt was after PE, as they stood in the showers.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eEleonor grabs her things and follows Jenny toward the main doors.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe wind whips up the sand and dry leaves along the white walls of the building, scattering them across the yard.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe rope snaps against the flagpole.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhen Jenny reaches the bike racks, she pauses and shouts something. She gestures angrily and then sets off on foot without her bike.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eEleonor had punctured her tires that morning, hoping it would mean she could walk Jenny home.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThey would start talking about photography again, about how black-­and-­white photographs are like sculptures made of light.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe has to rein in her imagination before she pictures them kissing.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eEleonor follows Jenny past the Backavallen sports center.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe seating area outside the restaurant is empty, the white umbrellas flapping.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe wants to catch up with Jenny, but doesn’t dare.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eEleonor is about two hundred meters behind her on the footpath running parallel to Eriksbergs Road.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe clouds race by above the spruce trees.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJenny’s light hair whips around and blows back into her face as one of the Green Line buses drives by.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe ground shakes as it passes.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThey leave the developed area behind, passing the ranger station. Jenny cuts across the road and continues on the other side.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe sun breaks through, and the remaining clouds cast shadows that seem to dart across the fields.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJenny lives in a nice house down by the lake in Forssjö.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eEleonor knows this because she once came by after she found Jenny’s missing book—­a book she herself had hidden. In the end, she didn’t dare ring the doorbell, and after waiting outside for an hour, she just left it in the mailbox.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJenny pauses beneath the power lines to light a cigarette, then sets off again. The buttons on the cuff of her sleeve glint in the light.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eEleonor can hear the rumble of a big truck behind her.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe ground trembles as a tractor trailer with Polish plates thunders past at high speed.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIts brakes screech, and the trailer careens to one side. The truck turns sharply off the road and swings straight up onto the grassy shoulder, rolling onto the footpath behind Jenny before the driver manages to bring the heavy vehicle to a halt.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“What the hell!” Jenny shouts.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFrom the roof, water streams down the blue fabric on the side of the trailer, cutting a slick channel through the dirt. The engine is still running, and the smoke from the chrome exhaust pipes rises in thin columns.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe cab door opens, and the driver climbs down. His black leather jacket has a strange gray patch on the back and fits his broad frame snugly. His tight curls are almost to his shoulders.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe strides toward Jenny.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eEleonor stops dead and watches as the driver hits Jenny in the face.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA few of the straps on the side of the truck have come loose, and a section of the fabric covering the trailer catches the breeze, obscuring Jenny from view.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Hello?” Eleonor shouts, moving forward again. “What are you doing?!”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAs the thick fabric goes slack, she sees that Jenny has fallen to the ground and is lying flat on her back.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJenny raises her head and gives a confused smile, her teeth streaked with blood.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe loose section of fabric starts flapping again.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eEleonor’s legs are trembling as she steps into the wet ditch. She realizes she should call the police and reaches for her phone, but her hands are shaking so much that it slips from her fingers.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIt falls to the ground.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eEleonor bends down to retrieve it, and when she glances up again, she sees Jenny’s legs kicking as the driver picks her up.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA car sounds its horn as Eleonor steps out into the road and starts running toward the truck.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe driver’s sunglasses flash in the sunlight as he wipes his bloody hands on his jeans and climbs back into the cab. He closes the door, puts the truck into gear, and pulls away, one wheel still on the footpath. Dust rises from the dry strip of grass as the truck thunders into the road, quickly gaining speed.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eEleanor comes to a halt, gasping for air. 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