A Danish coastal ship is attacked by pirates in the Gulf of Guinea, and one of its guards is wounded. He then returns to the small town of Haubjerg in Denmark where he grew up and settles down there as a private detective.
When a series of mysterious and fateful incidents occur on the Tranedal Estate, he intervenes decisively in the events.
Private detective Daniel Dreyer makes his debut appearance in The Price of Greed.
He learns that unusual and threatening things are going on just below the surface ...
A revealing, socially critical crime thriller.
Genre: FICTION / Mystery & Detective / Private Investigators
Originally a Danish crime novel translated into English by Robert E. Anderson. The English version has just recently been published, so no sales and rankins are available. Is also published in Norwegian, German and Portugues.
GITTA
THURSDAY, OCTOBER 5
An old, gray-haired man was sitting in the subdued light of the hospital room with his daughter's hand in his. He had been sitting that way since the previous evening. His eyes had flickered a few times, but he had always quickly opened them again – by sheer force of will.
At half past three in the morning, his 40-year-old daughter breathed her last. Quietly.
He heard her strained breathing becoming shallower with every breath, and it stopped after only half a minute. It was what you might call a peaceful death.
An older nurse came hurrying in and turned on the room’s bright overhead light. She quickly checked the monitor above the bed with an experienced glance. Breathing and heartbeat had both stopped. She summoned help with the touch of a button, but immediately began to examine the patient for herself.
The tall gray-haired man got up with difficulty and walked slowly across the room without saying a word, then down the dark hospital corridor, down the stairs, and out into the dark parking lot in front of the hospital. There were only a few cars there at this time of the night, and he locked himself into his black Range Rover.
He sat in the driver's seat, staring out into the darkness. The first tears forced their way past his eyelids and slipped down his wrinkled cheeks. They opened the way for his collapse. His face twisted into a grotesque grimace, and he collapsed over the steering wheel and began sobbing loudly and bitterly in the dark autumn night. Knud Emmanuel Tranedal wept for the first time in many years. The last time was 40 years ago, when his beloved daughter Gitta was born and her mother died soon afterwards.
And now Gitta was dead, too.
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Already translated.
Translated by Dimitra Gerakarakou
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Author review: Dimitra has tried to cheat me by a lousy tranlationmachine. I can in no way recommend her translations. |
