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<\/a><\/div>\nToday we have another brilliant crime thriller from Jorn Lier Horst<\/b> and Thomas Enger<\/b>, with another in their Blix and Ramm <\/i>series, Victim<\/i>. Published on 7th November by Orenda Books<\/b>, I have a great giveaway<\/b> for you with the chance to win a print copy<\/b>! Details on how to enter are at the foot of this post.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n Before we get to an extract<\/b> for you to sample, here’s a little about the book:\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n Buried sins Extract<\/span><\/b> <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n It didn\u2019t take more than a couple of minutes before Emma Terry was a Tibetan terrier who she had been told was a \u00a0 <\/p>\n Be firm, she told herself, almost like repeating a mantra. \u00a0 When she eventually managed to get Terry to take a breather \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Emma checked her watch. <\/span><\/p>\n Blix was late. <\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n She passed the time by scrolling through the news sites on \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n It had taken time to shake off those old habits, those old \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Emma\u2019s phone vibrated in her hand. <\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n It was a number she didn\u2019t recognise. She usually let \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u2018Is that\u2026 Emma Ramm?\u2019 The voice on the other end sounded \u2018It is?\u2019 <\/span><\/p>\n \u2018Hello. I \u2026 \u2019 <\/span><\/p>\n A prolonged silence. \u2018My name is Carmen,\u2019 the girl \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n She stopped again. Emma straightened up and planted both \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u2018I was wondering if I could have a chat with you?\u2019 <\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Emma frowned. For a school assignment, perhaps, she thought. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u2018Sure you can,\u2019 Emma replied. <\/span><\/p>\n \u2018What about?\u2019 <\/span><\/p>\n \u2018I\u2019d rather not say over the phone. I \u2026 \u2019 <\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Again, silence on the other end. <\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u2018Sorry,\u2019 she said. \u2018I\u2019m not very good at talking over the \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Emma felt a wave of sympathy for the young girl. \u2018Do you \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u2018Yes. Or, no. Um, yes. If that\u2019s okay. If you have time?\u2019 <\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Emma glanced at her wristwatch, even though she knew that \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u2018Can I ask why you want to talk to me in particular, \u2018Because \u2026<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n The seconds ticked by. Emma heard a sniffle on the other \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u2018Forget it,\u2019 she said abruptly. \u2018Sorry for bothering you.\u2019 <\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n And the next moment, the line went dead<\/span>.<\/p>\n About the Authors<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n \u00a0
Brutal revenge\u2026<\/span><\/b>
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Two years ago, Alexander Blix was the lead investigator in a missing
\nperson\u2019s case where a young mother, Elisabeth Eie, was kidnapped. The
\ncase was never solved.
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Blix\u2019s career in law enforcement is now
\n over,\u00a0but her\u00a0kidnapper is back, leaving evidence of\u00a0Elisabeth’s\u00a0murder
\n in Blix\u2019s mailbox, as well as hints that there are other victims.\u00a0
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At the same time, Emma Ramm has been contacted by a teenage girl, whose
\n stepfather has been arrested on suspicion of killing a childhood
\nfriend. But there is no body. Nor are there any other suspects\u2026
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Blix and Ramm can rely only on each other, and when Blix\u2019s fingerprints
\n are found on a child\u2019s drawing at a crime scene, the present comes
\nuncomfortably close to the past.
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A past where a\u00a0<\/span>victim<\/span>\u00a0has found their own, shocking form of therapy.
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And someone is watching\u2026
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Shocking, relentless and unbearably tense,\u00a0<\/span>Victim<\/span>\u00a0marks
\n the return of the international bestselling, blockbuster Blix &
\nRamm series from two of Norway’s finest crime writers.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n
\nRamm realised what a mistake she had made. It was by no means a disaster
\nthough, to enter the Botanical Garden without the slightest knowledge or
\ninterest in shrubs and plants. She had always appreciated the aesthetic things
\nin life, but when her walking partner had four legs and a level of curiosity
\nabout every single thing happening around them that was a little more than the
\naverage, then the experience suddenly became a lot more frantic. <\/span><\/p>\n
\n\u2018laid-back\u2019 dog, but could also be a lively, friendly little guy with \u2018many
\ncharming traits\u2019. He was supposed to be both outgoing and smart, and not
\nparticularly aggressive or difficult to deal with. But \u2013 and this was the big
\nbut \u2013 he could also be \u2018not quite as loyal to strangers\u2019. Which, really, was
\nwhat Emma was to him. <\/span><\/p>\n
\nRegardless, it was Terry who pulled her to the right, yanked her to the left \u2013
\ndesperate to experience all the exciting smells and traces of something or
\nother across every nook and cranny of the Botanical Garden \u2013 which probably had
\nmore nooks and crannies than anywhere else in Oslo.<\/span><\/p>\n
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\nat the top of the hill, or rather on a bench where she could look out over the
\nupper Gr\u00f8nland district, she wondered what the previous owners had done with
\nhim. The only thing she knew about him was that he had been adopted from a
\nshelter. <\/span><\/p>\n
\nher phone. It was a wonderful feeling to be able to do so without the fear that
\nher competitors had discovered a case she should have covered herself, without
\nhaving to think of all the angles she should tackle a story from as soon as she
\nread an item she knew would dominate the news for the next few days.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nways of thinking. It had taken time to get used to detaching herself from her
\nold routines too, such as getting up early in the morning to exercise before
\nthe work day began. Now she could sleep in until half-seven before hopping on
\nher bike or sliding into her running trainers and taking to the streets to try
\nto keep up with the city\u2019s light-blue trams. <\/span><\/p>\n
\nunknown callers ring through to voicemail \u2013 she hated talking to telemarketers
\nor people wanting her to take part in some dull market research. This time
\nthough, she answered, seeing as she still couldn\u2019t see any sign of Blix. <\/span><\/p>\n
\nlike it belonged to a young girl. <\/span><\/p>\n
\neventually said. \u2018I\u2019m sorry that I \u2026 \u2019 <\/span><\/p>\n
\nfeet on the ground. <\/span><\/p>\n
\nA student who had found her name in an article about the topic of whatever
\nproject they were doing. It had happened before. <\/span><\/p>\n
\nphone.\u2019 <\/span><\/p>\n
\nwant to talk in person?\u2019 <\/span><\/p>\n
\ntime itself wasn\u2019t a problem. <\/span><\/p>\n
\nCarmen?\u2019 <\/span><\/p>\n
\nend. Then another. <\/span><\/p>\n
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