This was my first visit to the world of Kallentoft and it was a memorable trip. The subject, hammered into a reader’s brain, is sexual violence and brutality. It is seen through the eyes of a diminutive but tough as nails detective inspector, Malin Fors. Much of the dialogue occurs in dreams, much as well in italics, marking the voice of a dead person or a person about to be killed. Those people are women, mostly young and helpless but also subservient to men of power and influence. Malin Fors is haunted by one case in which the victim, Maria Mullvar, has survived but remains in an insane asylum, mute. Then other occurrences begin. Girl after girl is assaulted, raped, then brutalized in unbelievable ways: breasts cut off, stomachs removed, genitals destroyed and mouths burned with hydrochloric acid. Malin has to believe that all these case are linked and she and her team use all their skills to find the link. The most disturbing of the team, Waldemar, likes to use violence to intimidate and influence witnesses and suspects alike. When the team has reached the end of their patience with a suspect, the call goes out for Waldemar and he usually gets results. Fors is haunted throughout by the interrupted futures of the young women who are killed or mentally destroyed by what they suffer. Here is a typical passage in the midst of her remorse: “We must all learn to live with the grief of becoming something other than what we should have become, what we could have become. We must leave anger and violence and grief and hatred and pain behind us.” Is that possible? Not for Malin, it is not. She is living a life on several levels in which it is not possible to forget the pain and suffering. As in most good Nordic Noir, domestic concerns accompany the search for perpetrators. In this case, Malin is nearing forty and her husband and sometimes she, herself, question whether or not it is time to try to have a child. Malin already has a college-aged daughter, Tove, but nothing with Peter, a doctor. Need I mention that Malin is also an alcoholic who fights the temptations that life brings every times she finds herself in crisis? Sven, the most senior of her colleagues, is considering retirement and Malin realizes he is the force that holds the team together. The only alternative for that function is Malin herself. As in much of Noir, the brass is suspect and largely incompetent. One begins to wonder if this is true or merely a tool of fiction but it occurs in so many of the books written by Scandinavian authors that one has to wonder how true it is that hideous half-wits rule the police upper echelons in Scandinavia as a whole! Kallentoft sometimes over-writes scenes—they are so violent in so many ways and so frequent that one almost becomes numb—but the cumulative effect is very powerful and disturbing. Some readers might find it interesting that a male author would see so deeply into a female mind and psyche, but however he did it, he did it well. Fors is a moving force driven by principle and the novel, long at 522 pages, nevertheless moves relentlessly and effectively to make its point and solve its crimes.