Echoes from the Dead
Author: Theorin, Johan
ISBN: 9780552774635
Publisher: RANDOM HOUSE UK
Year first published: 01 Sep 2009
Pages: 480
Format: Paperback / softback
Winner of the CWA Best Debut Crime Novel 2009: a haunting first novel about a missing child.
'An impressive debut novel' The Times
'Fantastic' Guardian
Can you ever come to terms with a missing child? Julia Davidsson has not. Her five-year-old son disappeared twenty years previously on the Swedish island of Oland. No trace of him has ever been found.
Until his shoe arrives in the post. It has been sent to Julia's father, a retired sea-captain still living on the island. Soon he and Julia are piecing together fragments of the past: fragments that point inexorably to a local man called Nils Kant, known to delight in the pain of others. But Nils Kant died during the 1960s. So who is the stranger seen wandering across the fields as darkness falls?
It soon becomes clear that someone wants to stop Julia's search for the truth. And that he's much, much closer than she thinks . . .
ISBN: 9780552774635
Publisher: RANDOM HOUSE UK
Year first published: 01 Sep 2009
Pages: 480
Format: Paperback / softback
Winner of the CWA Best Debut Crime Novel 2009: a haunting first novel about a missing child.
'An impressive debut novel' The Times
'Fantastic' Guardian
Can you ever come to terms with a missing child? Julia Davidsson has not. Her five-year-old son disappeared twenty years previously on the Swedish island of Oland. No trace of him has ever been found.
Until his shoe arrives in the post. It has been sent to Julia's father, a retired sea-captain still living on the island. Soon he and Julia are piecing together fragments of the past: fragments that point inexorably to a local man called Nils Kant, known to delight in the pain of others. But Nils Kant died during the 1960s. So who is the stranger seen wandering across the fields as darkness falls?
It soon becomes clear that someone wants to stop Julia's search for the truth. And that he's much, much closer than she thinks . . .
