somewhat standard swedish thriller. winter is okay - flawed but dedicated to the cases he works. i wasn't rooting for him the way i do, say, joona linna or carl mørck. the story plods along realistically, i think - we're privy to knowledge that the cops don't have, but not from the killer - from citizen witnesses who take forever to come forward with their information. it's sort of annoying since we know what will break the case open but have to a hundred pages to get there. POV is somewhat confusing until you realize edwardson just switches back and forth within the same paragraph and you start to sort out the detective's names.

also, what is with swedish authors being very detailed on the foods their characters eat? i feel like all of these that i read are meticulous about cataloging what people eat and drink.