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Chapters (92)
  1. Cover
  2. Maps
  3. Epigraph
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Chapter 37
  42. Chapter 38
  43. Chapter 39
  44. Chapter 40
  45. Chapter 41
  46. Chapter 42
  47. Chapter 43
  48. Chapter 44
  49. Chapter 45
  50. Chapter 46
  51. Chapter 47
  52. Chapter 48
  53. Chapter 49
  54. Chapter 50
  55. Chapter 51
  56. Chapter 52
  57. Chapter 53
  58. Chapter 54
  59. Chapter 55
  60. Chapter 56
  61. Chapter 57
  62. Chapter 58
  63. Chapter 59
  64. Chapter 60
  65. Chapter 61
  66. Chapter 62
  67. Chapter 63
  68. Chapter 64
  69. Chapter 65
  70. Chapter 66
  71. Chapter 67
  72. Chapter 68
  73. Chapter 69
  74. Chapter 70
  75. Chapter 71
  76. Chapter 72
  77. Chapter 73
  78. Chapter 74
  79. Chapter 75
  80. Chapter 76
  81. Chapter 77
  82. Chapter 78
  83. Chapter 79
  84. Chapter 80
  85. Chapter 81
  86. Chapter 82
  87. Chapter 83
  88. Chapter 84
  89. Chapter 85
  90. Chapter 86
  91. Epilogue
  92. About the Author

Karen recalls the air quotes Thorstein Byle put around the word ‘hotel’ when he mentioned the place up by the golf course, where a group of most likely annoyed and hungover people are currently waiting for the police to take their statements so they can finally leave. She briefly wonders if Björn Groth is sober. That famous businessmen and people close to the British royal family would choose to spend even five minutes there is completely unthinkable.

The explanation comes in the form of a delighted chuckle from the sofa across from her.

‘You don’t believe me, I can tell,’ he says, ‘but they really did come here recently to play the course. Flew in on a helicopter and stayed longer than you’d think. The course is as tricky as it is breathtaking. But you’re right; they obviously didn’t stay the night.’

‘I didn’t even know you owned the golf course.’

‘Yes, my late father was a major golf enthusiast and had grand plans once upon a time. Unfortunately, he was never businessman enough to make anything of it.’

‘So it’s still playable?’

‘Absolutely. We actually have a small number of golfers who come back year after year, but without the revenue from the distillery, we wouldn’t have been able to keep it open. That being said, we don’t offer any club activities and since there’s nowhere to stay, maintenance has been limited to keeping the course itself playable and a few of the boys from the mash house take care of that as a side gig.’

‘And the hotel?’

Björn Groth laughs.

‘A grand word for that dilapidated shack. The only time it makes any money is when we rent it out to school classes or pensioners’ associations visiting the ship setting in Gudheim and looking for something basic. And we let our employees use it when they work late.’

‘Only the distillery is profitable. We keep the golf course for nostalgic reasons, I suppose,’ Laura Groth explains. ‘And to be honest, we’ve considered letting nature reclaim it once or twice.’

‘But then we were asked if we would rent out the entire course for a day to a group of eight golfers and whether there was anywhere for a helicopter to land nearby,’ Björn Groth says.

‘Did they explain why they wanted to come here to play?’

‘From what I gathered, word of the course’s unique location had somehow reached one of the businessmen. As I mentioned, it’s breathtakingly situated and very challenging, especially when it’s windy, and, as you know, that’s more rule than exception up here.’

Karen nods. I’m never going to understand golfers, she thinks to herself.