Imagine days lit by the sun for a mere six hours – just long enough to tease the senses, certainly insufficient to coax the thermometer above freezing. Welcome to Oslo, at the winter solstice! That context does much to convey the exhaustion felt by William Wisting to the reader. He is a freshly minted police officer assigned to night shift patrol. At home he helps his wife Ingrid with their six month old twins, and cognizant of their tenuous finances, he takes on additional overtime slots. At this point the mundane crimes he encounters still feel fresh: “The police log book was, in a sense, a distorted mirror held up to everyday life in town: theft, vandalism, fraud, assault, drunk driving, road accidents, threatening behaviour, housebreaking, driving off the road, false alarms involving emergency flares, abuse, dealing with homelessness, mentally ill people, car crashes and obvious intoxication. It provided a multi-faceted picture of the shady side of life. Police work was marked by encounters with everything negative: the sick, the destructive, and the deviant. He liked to be the person on the spot when needed, to have importance for other people and at the same time safeguard society. It felt meaningful.” (p.12)
The idealism is a poignant contrast to Wisting's thoughts 33 years later. He is now head of the Crime Investigation Department: “Crime nowadays was more complex than when he had set out. Organized, frontier-crossing criminals who cooperated across national and cultural affiliations were now the norm. Their crimes were more serious, their violence more brutal. There had been an increase in corruption and bribery. A combination of illegal and legal activity had evolved, and was now in the process of undermining people's confidence and security....He wondered what he could have done differently during the past three decades, but failed to find an answer.” (p.159)
This is not the first of the William Wisting mysteries, but it is my first encounter with the series. It's a great starting place, a kind of prequel to the portrayal of Wisting's self-assured head of the Crime Investigation Dept. In this book we see an ambitious but deferential young patrol officer relegated to the margins of the high profile Sparbank robbery. The robbery offers us the familiar dynamic of a police procedural and even includes an exciting high speed chase. Other elements typical of the Nordic mystery genre appear as well – the often detached narrative voice, the heavy snowfall interspersed with weather forecasts of, yep!, more snow, and long drives down slippery rural roads to reach the far-flung towns within Wisting's jurisdiction.
The real mystery, however, is a crime that was never reported. An antique roadster, a 1925 Minerva, is the center of a locked door mystery. It has been hidden away in a dilapidated barn padlocked not only from the outside but also from the inside. Wisting's curiosity is piqued. How could the barn have been padlocked from the inside? Why would the vintage auto have been concealed under a tarp and abandoned and ultimately forgotten? How would he discover more information about events that occurred back in 1925? It stood to reason that most of the people alive at that time were long deceased. Wisting consoles himself. Certainly if he assembles a thorough report, Chief Inspector Ove Dokken of the Criminal Investigation Dept. will take it from there.
Dokken surprises him, demanding a plan of action from Wisting: “'I hope you haven't come to unload all this on to me without any suggestion as to what should be done!'” (p. 98) Wisting's initiative is not only being rewarded but cultivated.
This was an entertaining mystery structured with careful balance. The freezing exterior scenes are countered with cups of hot coffee and buttered lefse in rural kitchens. Wisting shares the developments of his investigation with Ingrid and in return receives her encouragement, despite her hopes that he could help out more with the twins. Long buried memories of the past intertwine with Wisting's confidence in a new generation of young officers, including the granddaughter of his now retired mentor Ove Dokken.
I read this book for #6 of the “Books for All Seasons Challenge: The Equinox.”