Harry has fallen off the band-wagon. Rakel has thrown him out, he is drinking too much and has a desk job at the police mostly involving playing tetris. Then his life is thrown so far off track that there can be no more saving. As pieces of his memory from one fateful night with black-out returns, darkness closes.

Again, all the signs of the perpetrator were there. Maybe I didn't want to believe it. I couldn't grasp a single hint, although Nesbø's writing and plotting should have been familiar by now. Nonetheless, I was entertained. In another setting this might have been too dark - as it was, it suited my mood perfectly.