Как ему удалось повеситься на ламповом крюке в абсолютно пустой комнате с очень высокими потолками, где не на что взобраться? И напрасно двое влюбленных пытаются найти спасение на обманчиво приветливых островках среди фьордов — бесстрастный убийца, методично идущий по их следу, вездесущ и несокрушим, он движется к своей цели буквально по трупам. Surveillance cameras monitor every section of the large complex round the clock. Йона Линна 2-я книга в серии Жанр: Перед нами шестая книга в этой череде мировых детективных бестселлеров, написанных Ларсом Кеплером псевдоним супругов Андорил — Александра и Александры Коэльо , чьи триллеры неизменно безукоризненны и жутки.
A link to a video clip on YouTube had been sent to the public email address of the National Criminal Investigation Department.
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The email contained no message, and the sender was impossible to trace. The police administration secretary did her job, followed the link, watched the film, and assumed it was a rather baffling joke, but nonetheless entered it in the records. Two days later three experienced detectives gathered in a small room ларрс the eighth floor of National Crime headquarters in Stockholm, as a result of that very film. The oldest of the three men was sitting on a creaking office chair while the other two stood behind him.
The shaky footage, filmed in secret on a handheld camera through her bedroom window, showed a woman in her thirties putting on a pair of black tights.
Кеплер Ларс — Stalker
To get the tights to sit comfortably she took long strides over imaginary obstacles and did several squats with her legs wide apart. She was sitting on the floor with her mouth grotesquely split open. Blood had splattered the window and the white orchid in its pot. She was wearing nothing but a pair of tights and a bra. The forensic post-mortem later that week concluded that she bled to death as a result of the multiple lacerations and stab-wounds that were concentrated, in a display of extraordinary brutality, around her throat and face.
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The word stalker has existed since the early s. In those days it meant a tracker or poacher. This case is widely regarded as the first modern analysis of a stalker. Almost 10 per cent of the population will be subjected to some form of stalking in the сталкор of their lifetime.
The most common form is when the stalker has or used to have a relationship with the victim, but in a striking number of cases when the fixation is focused on strangers or people in the public eye, coincidence is a key factor. Even though the vast majority of cases never require intervention, the police кепле the phenomenon seriously because the pathological obsessiveness of a stalker brings with it a self-generating potential for danger.
After the magical sunsets and light nights of high summer, darkness is encroaching with surprising speed.
Margot Silverman gets out of the lift and walks towards the security doors in the foyer. She makes her way without hurrying towards the revolving doors in the glass wall. The guard sits behind the wooden counter with his eyes on a screen. Surveillance cameras monitor every section of the large complex round the clock.
She is thirty-six years old and pregnant for the third time, glowing, with moist eyes and rosy cheeks. There are no witnesses and no suspects.
Maria usually travelled to work with a colleague of a morning.
She was sitting on the floor, her face covered in knife-wounds, her neck almost sliced right through, her head lolling to one side and her mouth grotesquely open. According to the preliminary report from the forensic post-mortem, there was evidence to suggest that her mouth had been arranged after death, even if it was theoretically possible that it had settled into that position of its own accord.
Rigor mortis starts in the heart and diaphragm, but is evident in the neck and jaw after two hours. This late on a Friday evening the large foyer is almost deserted, aside from two police officers in dark-blue sweaters who are standing talking, and a tired-looking prosecutor emerging from one of the rooms dedicated to custody negotiations.
When Margot was appointed head of the preliminary investigation she was conscious of the pitfalls of being overambitious; she knew she had a tendency to be too eager, too willing to think on a grand scale. Over the course of the week Margot Silverman has watched the video of Maria Carlsson putting her tights on more than two hundred times.
All the evidence suggests that she was murdered shortly after the recording was uploaded to YouTube. The perpetrator wants to highlight something about this particular woman, or a certain type of woman.
The dead woman is filmed from various angles as she sits with her legs stretched out on the floor, surrounded by dark blood. Her bra is in shreds, dangling from one shoulder, and one white breast is hanging down towards the bulge of her stomach. Margot stops as if by chance beside the fruit bowl on the table by the sofas, looks over at the guard, who is talking on the phone, then turns her back on him.
Her thoughts are interrupted when her phone rings. She looks at the screen and sees a picture of Adam Youssef, a member of the investigating team.