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The Bat: The First Harry Hole Case [Format Kindle]

Jo Nesbo , Don Bartlett
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Excerpted from Chapter 1



Sydney



Something was wrong.

At first the female passport official had beamed: “How are ya, mate?”

“I’m fine,” Harry Hole had lied. It was more than thirty hours since he had taken off from Oslo via London, and after the change of planes in Bahrain he had sat in the same bloody seat by the emergency exit. For security reasons it could only be tipped back a little, and his lumbar region had almost crumbled by the time they reached Singapore.

And now the woman behind the counter was no longer smiling.

She had scrutinized his passport with conspicuous interest. Whether it was the photograph or his name that had initially put her in such a cheery mood was hard to say.

“Business?”

Harry Hole had a suspicion that passport officials in most places in the world would have added a “sir,” but he had read that this type of formal pleasantry wasn’t especially widespread in Australia. It didn’t ­really matter; Harry wasn’t particularly accustomed to foreign travel or snobbish—all he wanted was a hotel room and a bed as quickly as possible.

“Yes,” he had replied, drumming his fingers on the counter.

And that was when her lips had pursed, turned ugly and articulated, with a pointed tone: “Why isn’t there a visa in your passport, sir?”

His heart sank, as it invariably did when there was a hint of a catastrophe in the offing. Perhaps “sir” was used only when situ­ations became critical?

“Sorry, I forgot,” Harry mumbled, searching feverishly through his inside pockets. Why had they not been able to pin a special visa in his passport as they do with standard visas? Behind him in the queue he heard the faint drone of a Walkman and realized it was his traveling companion from the plane. He had been playing the same cassette the whole flight. Why the hell could he never remember which pocket he put things in? It was hot as well, even though it was getting on for ten o’clock at night. Harry could feel his scalp beginning to itch.

At last he found the document and placed it on the count­er, to his great relief.

“Police officer, are you?”

The passport official looked up from the special visa and studied him, but the pursed mouth was gone.

“I hope no Norwegian blondes have been murdered?”

She chuckled and smacked the stamp down hard on the special visa.

“Well, just the one,” Harry Hole answered.

The arrivals hall was crowded with travel reps and limousine drivers, holding up signs with names on, but not a Hole in sight. He was on the point of grabbing a taxi when a black man wearing light blue jeans and a Hawaiian shirt, and with an unusually broad nose and dark, curly hair plowed a furrow between the signs and came striding ­toward him.

“Mr. Holy, I presume!” he declared triumphantly.

Harry Hole considered his options. He had decided to spend the first days in Australia correcting the pronunciation of his surname so that he wouldn’t be confused with apertures or orifices. Mr. Holy however, was infinitely preferable.

“Andrew Kensington. How are ya?” the man grinned and stuck out an enormous fist.

It was nothing less than a juice extractor.

“Welcome to Sydney. Hope you enjoyed the flight,” the stranger said with evident sincerity, like an echo of the air hostess’s announcement twenty minutes earlier. He took Harry’s battered suitcase and began to walk ­toward the exit without a backward glance. Harry kept close to him.

“Do you work for Sydney police?” he initiated.

“Sure do, mate. Watch out!”

The swing door hit Harry in the face, right on the hooter, and made his eyes water. A bad slapstick sketch could not have started worse. He rubbed his nose and swore in Norwegian. Kensington sent him a sympathetic look.

“Bloody doors, eh?” he said.

Harry didn’t answer. He didn’t know how to answer that sort of comment down under.

In the car park Kensington unlocked the boot of a small, well-­used Toyota and shoved in the suitcase. “Do you wanna drive, mate?” he asked in surprise.

Harry realized he was sitting in the driver’s seat. Of course, they drove on the bloody left in Australia. However, the passenger seat was so full of papers, cassettes and general rubbish that Harry squeezed into the back.

“You must be an Aboriginal,” he said as they turned onto the motorway.

“Guess there’s no fooling you, Officer,” Kensington answered, glancing in the mirror.

“In Norway we call you Australian Negroes.”

Kensington kept his eyes trained on the mirror. “­Really?”

Harry began to feel ill at ease. “Er, by that I just mean that your forefathers obviously didn’t belong to the convicts sent here from ­En­gland two hundred years ago.” He wanted to show he had at least a modicum of knowledge about the country’s history.

“That’s right, Holy. My forefathers were here a bit before them. Forty thousand years, to be precise.”

Kensington grinned into the mirror. Harry vowed to keep his mouth shut for a while.

“I see. Call me Harry.”

“OK, Harry. I’m Andrew.”

Andrew ran the conversation for the rest of the ride. He drove Harry to King’s Cross, holding forth the whole way: this area was Sydney’s red-­light district and the center for the drugs trade and to a large extent all the other shady dealings in town. Every second scandal seemed to have a connection with some hotel or strip joint inside this square kilometer.

“Here we are,” Andrew said suddenly. He pulled in to the curb, jumped out and took Harry’s suitcase from the boot.

“See you tomorrow,” Andrew said, and with that he and the car were gone. With a stiff back and jet lag beginning to announce its presence, Harry and his suitcase were now alone on a pavement in a town boasting a population roughly equivalent to the whole of Norway, outside the splendid Crescent Hotel. The name was printed on the door next to three stars. Oslo’s Chief Constable was not known for largesse with regards to accommodation for her employees. But perhaps this one was not going to be too bad after all. There must have been a civil service discount and it was probably the hotel’s smallest room, Harry reflected.

And it was.

2

Gap Park

Harry knocked warily on the door of the Head of Crime Squad for Surry Hills.

“Come in,” boomed a voice from inside.

A tall, broad man with a stomach designed to impress was standing by the window, behind an oak desk. Beneath a thinning mane protruded gray bushy eyebrows, but the wrinkles around his eyes smiled.

“Harry Holy from Oslo, Norway, sir.”

“Take a pew, Holy. You look bloody fit for this time of the morning. I hope you haven’t been to see any of the boys in Narc, have you?” Neil McCormack let out a huge laugh.

“Jet lag. I’ve been awake since four this morning, sir,” Harry explained.

“Of course. Just an in-­joke. We had a pretty high-­profile corruption case here a couple of years back, you see. Ten officers were convicted, among other things for selling drugs—to one another. Suspicion was raised because a couple of them were so alert—round the clock. No joke ­really.” He chuckled contentedly, put on his glasses and flicked through the papers in front of him.

“So you’ve been sent here to assist us with our investigation into the murder of Inger Holter, a Norwegian citizen with a permit to work in Australia. Blonde, good-­looking girl, according to the photos. Twenty-­three years old, wasn’t she?”

Harry nodded. McCormack was serious now.

“Found by fishermen on the ocean side of Watson’s Bay—to be more precise, Gap Park. Semi-­naked. Bruising suggested she had been raped first and then strangled, but no semen was found. Later transported at the dead of night to the park where the body was dumped off the cliff.”

He pulled a face.

“Had the weather been a little worse the waves would definitely have carried her out, but instead she lay among the rocks until she was found. As I said, there was no semen present, and the reason for that is that the vagina was sliced up like a filleted fish and the seawater did a thorough job of washing this girl clean. Therefore we have no fingerprints either, though we do have a rough estimate of time of death . . .” McCormack removed his glasses and rubbed his face. “But we don’t have a murderer. And what the hell are you gonna do about that, Mr. Holy?”

Harry was about to answer but was interrupted.

“What you’re gonna do is watch carefully while we haul the bastard in, tell the Norwegian press along the way what a wonderful job we’re doing together—making sure we don’t offend anyone at the Norwegian Embassy, or relatives—and otherwise enjoy a break and send a card or two to your dear Chief Constable. How is she by the way?”

“Fine, as far as I know.”

“Great woman, she is. I s’pose she explained to you what’s expected of you?”

“To some extent. I’m taking part in an invest—”

“Great. Forget all that. Here are the new rules. Number one: from now on you listen to me, me and me alone. Number two: you don’t take part in anything you haven’t been instructed to do by me. And number three: one toe out of line a...

Revue de presse

"Most satisfyingly we can now see the organic shape that Nesbo always intended his work to take, and the canvas stretching out in front of us is a crowded one" (Good Book Guide)

"As Harry tracks down the murderer of a Norwegian TV star reduced to living in desperate circumstances, he is fully formed as the difficult, vulnerable personality we have come to know. The evocation of Australia itself has the customary Nesbo expertise" (Barry Forshaw Independent)

"The Bat appeared in Norway in 1997, and it's a fascinating book, filling in the gaps in Hole's biography and telling the story of the murder case in Australia that cemented his reputation as a brilliant investigator... It is a stunning opening to the series" (Joan Smith Sunday Times)

"Every book in the series is a fantastic standalone novel but each refers to some element of a previous novel and all mention this, the first case that brought Harry to prominence at home in Norway . Nesbo, also a singer and songwriter with Norwegian rock band Di Derre, is a terrific writer who knows how to build a story, taking you slowly to the top of a rollercoaster before sending you hurtling towards a solution that you never see coming" (Andy Hoban Sunday Express)

"Scandinavian noir goes Down Under. what's fascinating is seeing Hole already equipped with all the obsessional attributes that would merge so brilliantly in subsequent novels" (Marcel Berlins The Times)

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  • Format : Format Kindle
  • Taille du fichier : 1064 KB
  • Nombre de pages de l'édition imprimée : 386 pages
  • Editeur : Vintage Digital (11 octobre 2012)
  • Vendu par : Amazon Media EU S.à r.l.
  • Langue : Anglais
  • ASIN: B008AX1HD8
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Premier roman où apparaît le détective H Hole, et c'est une réussite.
Pour les non-anglophones, mais qui possède un niveau correct en anglais, c'est tout à fait lisible en VO.

Je le recommande à ceux qui aiment les romans policiers en général, et qui n'ont pas peur d'intrigues un peu plus violents que celles d'Agatha Christie !
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I have read all the other jo Nesbo books of Harry Hole and greatly enjoyed them this was no exception
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My 1st Harry Hole novel. Enjoyed the story but Harry makes some unreasonably stupid decisions weakening the plot and character. I've read better. BUT I'll give it another go and read the next one as its promising.
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