Everyone is surprised when a business tycoon falls to his death from the balcony of his condo. They are even more surprised when it's discovered to be murder. Detective Inspector Huss, judo champion and mom, is one of the first on the scene. Now she and her colleagues must track down the truth, through fake identities, greed and adultery, drug abuse, and even a violent motorcycle gang. At home, things are scarcely less tense as one of Huss' teenage daughters starts playing in a skinhead band.
This book was atmospheric and moody. There was hardly any action. Some points of the plot were obvious early on, others seemed to come out of nowhere. Huss, as a policewoman who is very worried about whether she will turn into an overweight and unattractive older woman, did not strike me as especially interesting. I had seen this author compared to Fred Vargas, but I don't agree - Tursten's characters are never quirky and rarely funny. I was only a few hundred pages in when I just wanted it to be over. Unless you are from Sweden, or a real buff of international mysteries, I think you should give this one a miss. Two and a half stars (this would be a C- in the new system).