As a long-term fan of this series, I have found plenty to admire in the previous six instalments, however Hour of the Wolf is one of the most magnetising outings yet, both for the horrific devastation unleashed by one single action, and the very personal responses it evokes from within the Maardam CID when one of their own is affected. After fifteen-years at the helm of CID, former Chief Inspector Van Veeteren is approaching two-years since his retirement and new role as part-owner of Krantze’s antiquarian bookshop. Since calling time on his thirty-year career, Van Veeteren has advised and never quite detached himself from his former colleagues or his vocation. However, when he is personally affected and subject to the travesty of burying his own son, he is gripped by an inability to come to terms with Erich’s fate and is driven back by the determination to right a highly personal wrong. Despite his blossoming relationship with new love interest, Ulrike Fremdli, he finds himself filled with an emptiness, unable to sleep and at a loss as to how to cope with a very different chapter in his life. It is also not until Erich is murdered that Van Veeteren has reason to be pulled back into the police arena in a more determined capacity, regularly meeting with Reinhard and privy to recordings of the discussions within the team. However Nesser does not begin this story with the demise of Erich but the sobering reality that means his death is a necessary consequence of a man acting on his own terrifying rationale to salvage something of his life after what he increasingly justifies as a mere accident.
From the opening pages Nesser makes clear his intention to deliver a tense encounter with an insight into the chaos that one moment of madness can unleash on society and what begins with extinguishing one life sets in motion a sequence of events that go on to touch the lives of many. Sixteen-year-old Wim Felders leaves his girlfriend’s house with the intention of returning to his family home, until his encounter with a drunk driver leaves him dead in a roadside ditch. When his conscience initially prevails the driver stops to check on his accidental victim and seeing that the body is clearly dead he makes an exit under the cover of pelting rain and woodland darkness. His drunken thinking is that compensating for a ruined life by sacrificing another, specifically his own, gains nothing. When there are no repercussions after an appeal for information, his anxiety is allayed and he begins to tell himself that the whole business has simply been down to factors beyond his control. But the minute he thinks can let his guard down and make the most of his own remaining years he is subject to an extortion attempt by an unknown blackmailer. From that moment onwards the killer decides to scupper the blackmailers plans and approach things an alternative way by hijacking the intended cash pick-up and in turn taking a second life, specifically that of Erich Van Veeteren, but as the financial demands are reasserted, the driver is faced with the dawning realisation that he is caught in a much bigger web of complications. In the event to identify the killer that a resolve and frustration amongst the remaining CID department as a serious of dead-ends bring them no closer to answers (as Reinhard eloquently states, “our case is about as substantial as a vegan on laxatives”). As CID stumble on without any significant leads it takes a third death for pathologist, Meusse, to suggest a concordance between the two intentional murders and open up future avenues for exploration.
After returning from paternity leave, Chief Inspector Reinhart leads this investigation with Detective Investigator Ewa Moreno at his side and Rooth and Jung heavily involved. Notably after the frisson of chemistry between Moreno and Münster in the last outing, Münster’s enforced medical absence means that this story takes a backseat. However given that this is a team who have all been consistently well-depicted and whose lives have steadily evolved there is always a comfortable rapport. Hour of the Wolf is dually compelling from the perspective that the reader is privy to far more information than the police and that Nesser offers an insight into the mind of the killer as he finds himself lured into a game of complex strategy with a blackmailer which causes him to resort to drastic lengths. The title is taken from the Ingmar Bergman film and refers the hours between night and dawn when the sleepless are haunted by their worst nightmares and the reality of their actions strikes anew with each fresh day.
In terms of structure, this bears much resemblance to the unfolding investigation in Woman with Birthmark, which combined multiple perspectives and proved similarly powerful. Nesser’s narrative is typically crisp and helps to engender a hard hitting storyline, which brings some typically weighty reflections, flashes of intuition and eventual conclusions from Van Veeteren which prove crucial to breaking the horrific sequence and bringing resolution to several grieving families. Methodical, entirely logical and frequently futile, Hour of the Wolf shows that even with a plethora of resources behind an enquiry, luck often plays an enormous role.
Whilst Hour of the Wolf will undoubtedly work as standalone it is as ever best approached with a background knowledge of the characters who comprise Maardam CID and with Van Veeteren’s own personal relationship with his son in mind. Although in essence a police procedural, this is a novel very much grounded in the psychology and logic of a killer with nothing to lose and although he progresses rather too swiftly from accidental killer to intentional murderer to be plausible, the novel offers an insight into the very long journey of making those that are accountable face the consequences of their actions. What is especially poignant is the harrowing knowledge that some individuals are merely collateral damage in a chain of events and the fact that without the son of the esteemed Chief Inspector caught up in the crossfire, the hit-and-run incident would have gone unresolved and left Wim Felders parents in the dark surrounding his tragic death.