The eleventh book in Indridason's crime fiction series; this one, like 2015's Reykjavik Nights, is a prequel to the original series, showing us Inspector Erlendur Sveinsson at the start of his career as a detective, and his relationship with his partner and mentor, the enigmatic Marion Briem.
In this book Erlendur and Marion are called in to investigate when the body of a man is found in a remote lagoon formed by the runoff from a geothermal power station. Clearly the man did not drown, but was put into the water after death. Instead his fatal injuries resulted from a fall from an immense height onto a hard surface. The dead man's clothing leads Marion and Erlendur to suspect a connection with nearby American military base. It's 1979 and the Cold War is at its height. The American presence is unpopular with many Icelanders, There is a thriving black market in American products, including drugs and alcohol, fueling an increase in crime and social problems.
In his spare time Erlendur is also looking into a cold case: a girl gone missing on her way to school 25 years before, and never heard from again. Her parents died not knowing her fate. For personal reasons, Erlendur is obsessed with this case and others like it; to find answers for those left to endure such painful losses.
Another haunting story from the Iclandic master of Nordic Noir.
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