Chapters (92)
- Cover
- Maps
- Epigraph
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- Chapter 69
- Chapter 70
- Chapter 71
- Chapter 72
- Chapter 73
- Chapter 74
- Chapter 75
- Chapter 76
- Chapter 77
- Chapter 78
- Chapter 79
- Chapter 80
- Chapter 81
- Chapter 82
- Chapter 83
- Chapter 84
- Chapter 85
- Chapter 86
- Epilogue
- About the Author
She’d seen the confused mix of worry and relief in her son’s face, had tried to catch Tyra’s eyes to give her a reassuring smile, but her daughter had stared at her plate. He has never raised a hand to the children, she had reminded herself. They don’t know.
Now she repeats that comforting thought inwardly, like a mantra, while she slowly starts walking down the stairs.
The children don’t know.
Chapter 15
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The new university campus in Ravenby on the west coast of Heimö was built high up on the slopes of the mountain that gave the town its name. From Raven Mountain, scholars from every science discipline can look down on the less gifted – or at least less fortunate – Ravenby locals. In the eleven years since its opening, the campus has been in a state of constant transformation. The guiding principle of Doggerland University’s expansion to a second campus was the division of labour: the science departments relocated and are now concentrated in the country’s second largest city, Ravenby, while the arts and humanities departments stayed on the old campus in the capital, Dunker. These days, in addition to facilities for education and research, Ravenby is also home to the Doggerland University Hospital and a forensic medicine unit.
The address, Karen notes, is, unsurprisingly, 2 Analytics Drive. She parks outside the entrance, dreading what’s coming.
Half an hour later, dressed in green protective gear and a white net cap, Karen studies the row of stainless-steel tables and instruments under the large overhead surgical lights and steels herself. The rules only stipulate that she be present, she’s not required to be enthusiastic about it or even participate.
Fredrik Stuub’s body is laid out on the table farthest from the door.
Kneought Brodal and the Head of Forensic Services, Sören Larsen, are going to be assisted by an autopsy technician. Karen and Sven Andersén are only there to observe and, unlike Andersén, Karen decides that means keeping a respectful distance between herself and the autopsy table at all times.