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Pursued by Death

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Orenda Bookserschienen am15.07.2024
When Bergen PI Varg Veum becomes involved in the disappearance of a young activist, he comes up against one village's particular brand of justice ... The international bestselling, critically acclaimed Varg Veum series returns... `As searing and gripping as they come´ New York Times `One of my very favourite Scandinavian authors´ Ian Rankin `The Norwegian Chandler´ Jo Nesbø When Varg Veum reads the newspaper headline 'YOUNG MAN MISSING', he realises he's seen the youth just a few days earlier - at a crossroads in the countryside, with his two friends. It turns out that the three were on their way to a demonstration against a commercial fish-farming facility in the tiny village of Solvik, north of Bergen. Varg heads to Solvik, initially out of curiosity, but when he chances upon a dead body in the sea, he's pulled into a dark and complex web of secrets, feuds and jealousies. Is the body he's found connected to the death of a journalist who was digging into the fish farm's operations two years earlier? And does either incident have something to do with the competition between the two powerful families that dominate Solvik's salmon-farming industry? Or are the deaths the actions of the 'Village Beast' - the brutal small-town justice meted out by rural communities in this part of the world. Shocking, timely and full of breathtaking twists and turns, Pursued by Death reaffirms Gunnar Staalesen as one of the world's greatest crime writers.

One of the fathers of the Nordic Noir genre, Gunnar Staalesen was born in Bergen, Norway in 1947. He made his debut at the age of twenty-two with Seasons of Innocence and in 1977 he published the first book in the Varg Veum series. He is the author of over twenty-three titles, which have been published in twenty-six countries and sold over five million copies. Twelve film adaptations of his Varg Veum crime novels have appeared since 2007, starring the popular Norwegian actor Trond Epsen Seim, and a further series is currently being filmed. Staalesen, who has won three Golden Pistols (including the Prize of Honour) and the Petrona Award, and been shortlisted for the CWA Dagger, lives in Bergen with his wife.mehr
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KlappentextWhen Bergen PI Varg Veum becomes involved in the disappearance of a young activist, he comes up against one village's particular brand of justice ... The international bestselling, critically acclaimed Varg Veum series returns... `As searing and gripping as they come´ New York Times `One of my very favourite Scandinavian authors´ Ian Rankin `The Norwegian Chandler´ Jo Nesbø When Varg Veum reads the newspaper headline 'YOUNG MAN MISSING', he realises he's seen the youth just a few days earlier - at a crossroads in the countryside, with his two friends. It turns out that the three were on their way to a demonstration against a commercial fish-farming facility in the tiny village of Solvik, north of Bergen. Varg heads to Solvik, initially out of curiosity, but when he chances upon a dead body in the sea, he's pulled into a dark and complex web of secrets, feuds and jealousies. Is the body he's found connected to the death of a journalist who was digging into the fish farm's operations two years earlier? And does either incident have something to do with the competition between the two powerful families that dominate Solvik's salmon-farming industry? Or are the deaths the actions of the 'Village Beast' - the brutal small-town justice meted out by rural communities in this part of the world. Shocking, timely and full of breathtaking twists and turns, Pursued by Death reaffirms Gunnar Staalesen as one of the world's greatest crime writers.

One of the fathers of the Nordic Noir genre, Gunnar Staalesen was born in Bergen, Norway in 1947. He made his debut at the age of twenty-two with Seasons of Innocence and in 1977 he published the first book in the Varg Veum series. He is the author of over twenty-three titles, which have been published in twenty-six countries and sold over five million copies. Twelve film adaptations of his Varg Veum crime novels have appeared since 2007, starring the popular Norwegian actor Trond Epsen Seim, and a further series is currently being filmed. Staalesen, who has won three Golden Pistols (including the Prize of Honour) and the Petrona Award, and been shortlisted for the CWA Dagger, lives in Bergen with his wife.
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Erscheinungsjahr2024
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3


The weather had been changeable for a while, like my mood, which varied according to the progress of the case against me.

Vidar Waagenes had called the police lawyer in Sogn og Fjordane on Wednesday morning. He brought me up to date on the phone: She´s going to review the case and email us the reasoning behind the confiscation of your driving licence.´

And how long will that take, do you think?´

She promised she´d have a look at some point during the day.´

Nevertheless, it was Thursday afternoon before Waagenes emailed me those reasons. I hit the roof. Once again, the email described how I´d almost had collisions, almost swerved off the road, almost had accidents - as reported in a series of phone calls to the police.

I phoned Waagenes. And how many people rang in?´

He still thought this was a chuckling matter. Well, it was this animal transporter who was on your tail from Anda to Vassenden.´

Exactly. Why the hell didn´t he honk his horn or flash his lights when he saw all these incidents? I remember his vehicle very well. I kept checking to see if he wanted to pass. But he clearly didn´t. He must have been sitting up in his raised seat laughing himself silly at the lunatic in front of him - his hilarity only briefly punctuated by telephone calls to the police.´

Yes, it´s a bit strange.´

Tell me, does this nutcase have a name?´

He did. Atle Helset.´

Well, would you believe it?´

Does the name mean something to you?´

I told you I´d been to Nordfjord to mediate in the case of a boundary dispute that´s been going on for years, didn´t I?´

You did.´

Well, the man who had to give way in the case is called Zacharias Helset. A mature gentleman, who would not drive round, transporting animals. But he´ll have younger relatives, I suppose.´

Interesting, Varg. You may well have a point. In which case perhaps we should consider reporting him for acting under false pretences?´

But then we´ll have to go to Førde. I don´t know if I can be bothered. The most pressing thing for me is to get my licence back as quickly as possible.´

Fine. You decide. We can come back to it. I´ll call Florø and inform the police lawyer about the new development. You´ll be hearing from me.´

I did, after roughly five minutes. The police lawyer was off sick, but was expected back at work on Monday.

I hit the roof again. What! So that means ... ´

We´ll have to wait until Monday to clear up this mess.´

I took the weekend off, and spent it alone. I didn´t need a car to traverse the plain between Mount Fløyen and Mount Ulriken. I managed a run in Isdal valley as well. Both of these put me in a better frame of mind.

I searched for an Atle Helset on the Net, without finding much more than his address in Nordfjordeid. His name was entered as the CEO of A/S Helset Transport, but that was all I discovered. It was impossible to find out what his relationship to the Helset in the boundary dispute was. If necessary, I could make a few telephone calls.

On Monday morning, skimming through the newspaper I had delivered to my door every day, I spotted the headline YOUNG MAN MISSING´, and that gave me something quite different to think about. The young man with the aquiline nose was easily recognisable in the picture. His name was Jonas Kleiva and he was twenty years old. He had last been seen during a demonstration against a salmon-breeding farm near Solvik in Masfjorden municipality on the previous Tuesday. The newspaper said he had been driving a brown-and-beige VW T3 camper van with a Vestland number plate. He was a student at the University of Bergen, and lived in the city, but he hadn´t returned to his bedsit in Sandviken after the trip to Masfjorden. Any information regarding his disappearance was to be passed on to Bergen police station or the closest police authority.

I rang the police and told them I might have some information about the case. The person I spoke to asked if I might be able to pop into the station.

So long as I can pop out again,´ I muttered under my breath.

The man at the other end said: Sorry, I didn´t catch that.´

That´s fine. I´ll be right over.´

Once there, I was taken up to the third floor to see Inspector Signe Moland, who was handling the case. I hadn´t met her before. She was in her thirties and had blonde hair cut to a practical length. She was wearing a blue blouse, grey trousers and a light-grey suit jacket.

She received me with a professional smile and invited me into her office, which looked out onto the backyard.

Her surname interested me. Are you by any chance related to Atle Moland?´

She nodded. Did you know him? He was my paternal grandfather.´

Then I believe we might actually be related.´

Oh, yes?´ She looked at me with curiosity.

Your grandfather was my mother´s cousin. I must be second cousin to your father, although I don´t recall us ever meeting.´

Harald Moland. He was in the police as well. I´m the fourth generation, in fact. But most of the time he was in PST, the security service.´

In which case, I hope I went under his radar.´

Well, I can´t remember him ever mentioning you. Veum, wasn´t it?´

Yes. Varg even.´

Hm.´ She smiled politely at that. Well, let´s put the family to one side for a moment. You rang in to say you had some information about the disappearance of Jonas Kleiva?´

Yes. That is to say, I had no idea what his name was until I saw it in the press. And I don´t exactly have any information, either. What I have is a sighting. I think that´s the right term to use.´

A sighting could be of assistance to us.´

Without touching on any of the unfortunate circumstances in Sogn og Fjordane, I told her that I had caught the bus from Førde to Bergen the previous Tuesday and that I´d seen a man I was sure answered to Jonas Kleiva´s description, because of his appearance and the camper van he was standing next to. I told her about the two young women who had met him and described them as best I could.

She listened attentively to what I had to say and made a few notes on the keyboard in front of her, then checked the results on the screen.

Interesting. Is that all you have?´

Yes. The bus drove off while they were still standing there talking. My understanding from the newspaper article was that they´d been on their way to a demonstration against fish farming?´

Yes, near Skuggefjorden. A place called Solvik. There was a board meeting planned at the fish farm they were protesting against. Apparently, it was a spontaneous demonstration - no advance warning. From what we´ve gathered there were just a handful of protesters, and I assume these three were among them. You said the two women were carrying rolls of canvas. They were almost certainly banners for the demonstration. Young Kleiva has family in Solvik, by the way.´

Close family?´

Mother. His parents are divorced. Father lives in Bergen, but from what we know, he has little contact with the son.´

You´ve spoken to the mother, of course?´

She nodded condescendingly. He´d been to see her after the demonstration. That was the first she´d heard about it. Just a brief visit, she said, along with a girlfriend. Then he was going back to Bergen.´

A girlfriend? Probably one of the two I saw him with then. Did you get any names?´

She raised her eyebrows with a hint of irony. No, we did not. But now that you´ve given us a hand, we might be able to find out who it could´ve been.´

So who reported him missing?´

That was his landlady in Bergen. He´d arranged to help her with a DIY job in the house the following day, so when he didn´t return from Solvik, she started to get concerned. She´d even spoken to Jonas´s mother on the phone, but it was actually the landlady who contacted us about him having gone missing. We waited for a few days. The mother told us about this girlfriend, so ... well, we thought it wasn´t exactly unlikely that they´d go off somewhere together. But she wouldn´t give up, this landlady, so after conferring with the mother and the landlady again we decided to launch a search.´
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One of the fathers of the Nordic Noir genre, Gunnar Staalesen was born in Bergen, Norway in 1947. He made his debut at the age of twenty-two with Seasons of Innocence and in 1977 he published the first book in the Varg Veum series. He is the author of over twenty-three titles, which have been published in twenty-six countries and sold over five million copies. Twelve film adaptations of his Varg Veum crime novels have appeared since 2007, starring the popular Norwegian actor Trond Epsen Seim, and a further series is currently being filmed. Staalesen, who has won three Golden Pistols (including the Prize of Honour) and the Petrona Award, and been shortlisted for the CWA Dagger, lives in Bergen with his wife.