Despite a lack of geographical knowledge, this is a thriller of some consequence.
Set in 1930s Stockholm, an excon returns home to discover an old woman murdered and her son not only blamed but institutionalised. None of which makes any sense to Harry Kvist.
So Harry, in need of legitimate employment, goes to work for the local undertaker all the while trying to solve the murder, open a cigar shop, and await the impending release of his lover from prison.
The story ebbs and flows - shadow-boxing - ducking and weaving as the boxer does, as Harry does. And this old boxer doesn't know the meaning of going down with the count.
The story reveals itself at the end - you certainly never guess where its leading you - this is storytelling par excellence.
Whilst this is the second in a series, you can certainly read it as a stand-alone.
Also in the series:
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