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Nemesis

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Grainy CCTV footage shows a man walking into a bank and putting a gun to a cashier's head. He tells her to count to twenty-five. When he doesn't get his money in time, she is executed. Detective Harry Hole is assigned to the case. While Harry's girlfriend is away in Russia, an old flame gets in touch. He goes to dinner at her house and wakes up at home with no memory of the past twelve hours. The same morning the girl is found shot dead in her bed. Then Harry begins to receive threatening e-mails. Is someone trying to frame him for this unexplained death? Meanwhile the bank robberies continue with unparalleled savagery. Gripping and surprising, Nemesis is a thriller by one of the biggest stars of Scandinavian crime fiction. Published by Vintage Books on 2009/12/01

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    Nemesis

    Jo Nesb

     Translated from the Norwegian by Don Bartlett

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    Contents Map

Part I

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     The Plan 2

     The Astronaut

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     The House of Pain

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     The Echo 5

     Nemesis

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     Chilli

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     White King 8

     Jalalabad 9

     The Fog

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     Sorgenfrigata

    11

     The Illusion

    Part II

12

     Freitod

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     Marble

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     Luck

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     Gadjo

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     Namco G-Con 45

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     Arabia's Tears 18

     A Wonderful Day

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     The Shoes on the Wire

    Part III

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     The Landing 21

     Monopoly

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     America

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     Horsehead Nebula

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     So Paulo

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     Baksheesh

    Part IV

26

     D'Ajuda

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     Edvard Grieg 28

     Lava Pe

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     Room 316

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     Vibrate Mode 31

     Maglite

    Part V

32

     David Hasselhoff

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     Dysosmia

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     Pluvianus Aegyptius

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     SOS

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     Waltzing Matilda 37

     Spiuni Gjerman 38

     Fusiform Gyrus 39

     Glock

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     Bonnie Tyler Part VI

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     S2MN

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     Kebab

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     Ramona

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     Patrin

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     The Art of War 46

     Medea

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     Phosphorescence 48

     Heinrich Schirmer 49

     Stone Roses 50

     Ekeberg Ridge

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     Sans Souci

    About the Author

Other Books by Jo Nesb

Credits

Cover

Copyright

About the Publisher

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Part I

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    The Plan

     my I'M GOING TO DIE. AND IT MAKES NO SENSE. THAT WASN'T THE plan, notplan, anyway. I may

    have been heading this way all the time without realising. It wasn't my plan. My plan wasbetter. My plan made sense.

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    I'm staring down the muzzle of a gun and I know that's where it will come from. The messengerof death. The ferryman. Time for a last laugh. If you can see light at the end of the tunnel,it may be a spit of flame. Time for a last tear. We could have turned this life into somethinggood, you and I. If we had followed the plan. One last thought. Everyone asks what the meaningof life is, but no one asks about the meaning of death.

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    The Astronaut

    THE OLD MAN REMINDED HARRY OF AN ASTRONAUT. THE comical short steps, the stiff movements, thedead, black eyes and the shoes shuffling along the parquet floor. As if he were frightened tolose contact with the ground and float away into space.

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    Harry looked at the clock on the white wall above the exit. 15.16. Outside the window, inBogstadveien, the Friday crowds hurry past. The low October sun is reflected in the wing mirrorof a car driving away in the rush hour.

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    Harry concentrated on the old man. Hat plus elegant grey overcoat in dire need of a clean.Beneath it: tweed jacket, tie and worn grey trousers with a needle-sharp crease. Polishedshoes, down at the heel. One of those pensioners of whom Majorstuen seems to be full. Thiswasn't conjecture. Harry knew that August Schulz was eighty-one years old and an ex-clothesretailer who had lived all his life in Majorstuen, apart from a period he spent in Auschwitzduring the War. And the stiff knees were the result of a fall from a Ringveien footbridge whichhe used on his daily visits to his daughter. The impression of a mechanical doll was reinforcedby the fact that his arms were bent perpendicularly at the elbow and thrust forward. A brownwalking stick hung over his right forearm and his left hand gripped a bank giro he was holdingout for the short-haired young man at position number 2. Harry couldn't see the face of thecashier, but he knew he was staring at the old man with a mixture of sympathy and irritation.

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    It was 15.17 now, and finally it was August Schulz's turn.

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    Stine Grette sat at position number 1, counting out 730 Norwegian kroner for a boy in a bluewoollen hat who had just given her a money order. The diamond on the ring finger of her lefthand glistened as she placed each note on the counter.

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    Harry couldn't see, but he knew that in front of position number 3 there was a woman with apram, which she was rocking, probably to distract herself, as the child was asleep. The womanwas waiting to be served by fru Brnne, who was loudly explaining to a man on the telephone thathe couldn't charge someone else's account unless the account holder had signed an agreement tothat effect. She also informed him that she worked in the bank, and he didn't, so on that noteperhaps they should bring the discussion to a close.

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    At that moment the door opened and two men, one tall, the other short, wearing the sameoveralls, strode into the bank. Stine Grette looked up. Harry checked his watch and began tocount. The men ran over to the corner where Stine was sitting. The tall man moved as if he werestepping over puddles, while the little one had the rolling gait of someone who has acquiredmore muscle than he can accommodate. The boy in the blue hat turned slowly and began to walktowards the exit, so preoccupied with counting money that he didn't see the two men.

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    'Hello,' the tall man said to Stine, banging down a black case on the counter. The little onepushed his reflector sunglasses in place, walked forward and deposited an identical case besideit. 'Money!' he said in a high-pitched squeak. 'Open the door!'

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    It was like pressing the pause button: all movement in the bank froze. The only indication thattime hadn't stood still was the traffic outside the window. And the second hand on the clock,which now showed that ten seconds had passed. Stine pressed a button under her desk. There wasa hum of electronics, and the little man pressed the counter door against the wall with hisknee.

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    'Who's got the key?' he asked. 'Quick, we haven't got all day!'

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    'Helge!' Stine shouted over her shoulder.

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    'What?' The voice came from inside the open door of the only office in the bank.

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    'We've got visitors, Helge!'

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    A man with a bow tie and reading glasses appeared.

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    'These gentlemen want you to open the ATM, Helge,' Stine said.

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    Helge Klementsen stared vacantly at the two men dressed in overalls, who were now on his sideof the counter. The tall one glanced nervously at the front door while the little one had hiseyes fixed on the branch manager.

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    'Oh, right. Of course,' Helge gasped, as if he had just remembered a missed appointment, andburst into a peal of frenetic laughter.

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    Harry didn't move a muscle; he simply let his eyes absorb every detail of their movements andgestures. Twenty-five seconds. He continued to look at the clock above the door, but from the

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