By Pål Gerhard Olsen
Privatdetektiv Aron Ask findet eine Frauenleiche in einem Bach. Mit kahlgeschorenem Kopf und einer Angelschnur um den Hals. Die Tote warfare seine Frau Turid. Da die Polizei ihm misstraut und ihn von den Ermittlungen ausschließt, beginnt Ask eigene Nachforschungen anzustellen. Dabei muss er erkennen, dass er seine Frau nicht so intestine kannte, wie er immer dachte…
Pål Gerhard Olsen wurde 1959 in Bergen geboren. Er studierte Soziologie, Norwegisch und Literaturwissenschaft und arbeitet heute als Schriftsteller und Literaturkritiker. Seit seinem Schriftstellerdebut im Jahr 1985 hat er mehrere Romane, Krimis und Kinderbücher verfasst. Die Hauptfigur in seinen Kriminalromanen ist der Privatdetektiv Aron Ask. Heute lebt Olsen mit seiner Frau und zwei Kindern in Asker.
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She jumped up. ‘Now I must be going. ’ No one asked what for. ’ Uckfield posed, after she’d gone. pmd 64 14/11/2005, 18:15 T IDE OF D EATH 65 Horton considered it for a moment. ’ ‘Check with Vice. And you’d better run the MO through the ACR system, if the computers are working,’ he added sarcastically. ’ What does he think I’ve been doing all day? Horton wondered. ‘There’s nothing that matches the way our victim was laid out. ’ His phone rang and he snatched it up. ‘About time. What? Then whose are they?
To say Dr Clayton had been a surprise was putting it mildly. He wasn’t sure what he had expected but it wasn’t someone who looked as if she’d just finished college. ’ asked Cantelli, chewing his gum and studying the body with interest. Horton was always amazed that the mortuary smell never seemed to get to Cantelli. ‘A piece of material is looped around the victim’s neck and then tightened with a stick, like a tourniquet. ’ Cantelli said, ‘Then she undressed him? ’ asked Horton, trying to place Dr Clayton’s accent.
Jarrett fingered the large plaster. ’ ‘Yes it was,’ Jarrett snapped, his unshaven face flushing. ’ ‘Harassing? Who’s harassing? ’ Jarrett let out a heavy sigh and rolled his tired eyes. ‘Here we go again. pmd 50 14/11/2005, 18:15 T IDE OF D EATH 51 Horton stepped closer. ‘No, I won’t. ’ He could smell garlic on Jarrett’s breath and the sweat from his unwashed body. ‘Then you’ll end up being chucked out of CID, pounding the beat; or picking up your dole money. Take your pick,’ Jarrett quipped. Horton wanted to ram his fist into his face and wipe the mocking smirk from it.