The Keeper of Lost Causes: The First Department Q Novel (A Department Q Novel)
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The first book in New York Times bestsellerJussi Adler-Olsen's electrifying Department Q series.
The #1 international bestseller from Jussi Adler-Olsen, author of The Absent One—perfect for fans of Stieg Larsson's The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo
Carl Mørck used to be one of Copenhagen’s best homicide detectives. Then a hail of bullets destroyed the lives of two fellow cops, and Carl—who didn’t draw his weapon—blames himself. So a promotion is the last thing he expects. But Department Q is a department of one, and Carl’s got only a stack of Copenhagen’s coldest cases for company. His colleagues snicker, but Carl may have the last laugh, because one file keeps nagging at him: a liberal politician vanished five years earlier and is presumed dead. But she isn’t dead … yet.
Darkly humorous, propulsive, and atmospheric, The Keeper of Lost Causes introduces American readers to the mega-bestselling series fast becoming an international sensation.
remind you that the Copenhagen Police Force doesn’t provide vehicles assigned to specific individuals? You’ll have to get in touch with the motor-pool office and request a car whenever you need one. Just like everybody else, Carl. That’s the way it is.” “I don’t work for the Copenhagen Police. You’re just acting as the administrator for my department.” “Carl, you know full well that the officers up here are going to raise a real stink if we give you that sort of preferential treatment. And you
magic, Carl. I will then make it disappear like magic afterward. I promise.” “You’d better do that, damn it.” Having his mind blown by Assad was apparently turning into a permanent condition. Possession of an illegal weapon? How the hell had he come up with something so stupid? “We’re on duty here, Assad. Do you understand? This is as wrong as it gets. Give me the knife.” The expertise with which Assad instantly closed up the switchblade was worrisome. Carl weighed the knife in his hand
Kisses for Merete.” Her secretary looked indignant when she handed it over. Inside the telegram it said: “Need to talk to you!” She sat there for a moment, shaking her head as she stared at the lips. Then her thoughts shifted back to the evening at the Café Bankeråt. Even though the memory stirred up a wonderful feeling inside her, she knew this just wasn’t going to work. The only thing to do was to put a stop to the situation before anything really developed. She spent some time formulating
Frederikssund.” The voice came from the doorway where Assad stood, leaning on his mop. He looked like someone from another planet, with his ivory smile and his green rubber gloves and a smock that reached to his ankles. The homicide chief stared in bewilderment at this exotic being. “Hafez el-Assad,” he said, holding out a rubber-gloved hand. “Marcus Jacobsen,” said the homicide chief, shaking the man’s hand. Then he turned to give Carl an inquiring look. “This is our new assistant in the
need to think.” Carl stumbled out of the car and stood there for a moment, doubled over, his head hanging and his hands on his knees. That sent the blood flowing back to his brain. His face was ablaze but the pressure in his chest faded. Oh, that felt good. In spite of the stench from the farmer’s field that wafted past him like a disease, the air out there felt almost refreshing. When he straightened up, he felt fine. He picked up his cell. “OK, Assad, I’m back. We can’t have a passport