I'm Traveling Alone

I'm Traveling Alone

Language: English

Pages: 400

ISBN: 0525428968

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

I'm Traveling Alone

Language: English

Pages: 400

ISBN: 0525428968

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


International bestseller Samuel Bjork makes his US debut, a chilling and fast-paced thriller in which two detectives must hunt down a vengeful killer--and uncover the secret that ties each of them to the crime

A six-year-old girl is found in the Norwegian countryside, hanging lifeless from a tree and dressed in strange doll's clothes. Around her neck is a sign that says "I'm traveling alone."

A special homicide unit in Oslo re-opens with veteran police investigator Holger Munch at the helm. Holger's first step is to persuade the brilliant but haunted investigator Mia Krüger, who has been living on an isolated island, overcome by memories of her past. When Mia views a photograph of the crime scene and spots the number "1" carved into the dead girl's fingernail, she knows this is only the beginning. Could this killer have something to do with a missing child, abducted six years ago and never found, or with the reclusive religious community hidden in the nearby woods?

Mia returns to duty to track down a revenge-driven and ruthlessly intelligent killer. But when Munch's own six-year-old granddaughter goes missing, Mia realizes that the killer's sinister game is personal, and I'm Traveling Alone races to an explosive--and shocking--conclusion.

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to free herself, but she was still stuck. She couldn’t control herself anymore. She felt the rage boil inside her, and it was unstoppable. Her body felt as if it were about to explode. “You crazy bitch!” she screamed. “Now, now, now, language, Mia,” Karen warned her. Mia felt the tape go over her mouth again. The taste of adhesive on her tongue. Breathing became difficult. Panic. Don’t panic. Breathe calmly through your nose. Don’t wake up, Marion, don’t let her see you—lie still.

unwell. This was something new. He pulled her to standing and helped her up the stairs. Ushered her into the room, to the bed, and covered her with the duvet. “You want me to stay the night? Sit here with you? Sleep downstairs on the sofa? Make you some breakfast? I could try to get that spaceship to work. Wake you with a cup of coffee?” Mia Krüger said nothing. The pretty girl he was so fond of was lying almost lifeless under the duvet, unmoving. Holger Munch sat down on a chair next to

Do you think I care? She smiled faintly to herself, found some more pills in her pocket, and walked back down to the rocks. If she had to live somewhere, it might as well be here. Fresh air, a sea view, the tranquillity beneath the white clouds. She had no links to Trøndelag, but she had liked this island from the moment she first saw it. They had deer here. Countless herds of them, and it had intrigued her—deer belonged elsewhere, in Alaska, in the movies. These beautiful animals that people

stayed in the middle of the small, colorful room, not knowing quite what to do with herself. “You’re Jenny?” Mia asked. “Yes, and I’m sorry, I’m forgetting my manners. Phew, what a day, I’m shaking all over. Jenny Midthun,” she introduced herself, holding out a small, delicate hand to Mia. “Is this your shop?” Anette said, taking a look around. There were tailor’s dummies in the windows wearing homemade clothes. The walls and the shelves were filled with items that Jenny had

around the clock in order not to miss out on anything. “Skullerud.” “Another girl?” “It’s difficult to tell,” Silje said, turning up the volume a fraction. Grung, their editor, entered the room, ruddy and unshaven as usual. He did not look as if he’d had much sleep recently either. “What have we got?” “Several units have been dispatched to Skullerud,” Silje said. “Skullerud? I thought they were going to Disenveien?” Grung asked. “Both locations,” Silje answered.

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