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Jo Nesbo - [Harry Hole 05] - The Devils Star (epub) The Pentagram. ALSO BY JO NESBO The Redbreast THE DEVIL'S STAR Translated from the .. pdf. The Snowman_ A Harry Hole Novel - Jo Nesbo 82 wyświetleń, stron. Download Jo Nesbø The Devil's Star pdf (real) secreted a tiny red diamond in the shape of a five-pointed star - a pentagram, the devil's star. The Harry Hole series by Jo Nesbø. The Bat [ in Norway, pentagram - a five-pointed star - is found under her eyelid. Detective Harry Hole is assigned the .

She informs Hole by phone as he and Tom Waaler are checking out the other prospective crime scene, the student residence. Hole, using recently installed CCTV cameras, notices another pentagram on a student's door. Eventually, the body of the victim at the student residence hall is found, and is determined to actually be the first victim of the serial killer, killed five days before the first discovered victim was murdered.

Now Hole is given his initiation task by Tom Waaler: to kill Sven Sivertson in custody using a poison capsule, as Waaler's influence is such that he can guarantee that Hole will get away with the murder.

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Waaler's argument for Sivertson's murder is that he would get a lenient punishment from the Norwegian judicial system, and that death would be a worthy sentence for his crimes.

Hole realizes however that Waaler's desire to kill Sivertson is born out of a desire to eliminate a potentially dangerous witness to his role in the arms smuggling ring, and to this end he convinces Sivertson that he should trust him and not Waaler. He then breaks Sivertson out of custody with the intention of bringing Waaler to justice.

Hole is now a hunted man, his future in the police - and quite possibly his life - depend on his being able to prove Waaler's crimes.

Sivertsen is willing to testify against Waaler, but he is adamant of his innocence of the murders, and consequently his testimony is wholly dependent on Hole exonerating him from the charges that he faces. Hole is faced with the daunting task of discovering and apprehending the true murderer in a single day. However, a clue is provided by a seemingly irrelevant photograph which Sivertsen shows Hole, and this combined with a very minute but precise piece of forensic evidence points to a completely unexpected perpetrator.

Leaving Sivertsen chained up, Hole goes to confront his new suspect - and encounters him in the immediate aftermath of his committing yet another murder. Hole comes very near to being killed himself - but eventually the killer commits suicide. Just as Hole believes that he is in the clear, his phone rings and Waaler informs him that he had kidnapped Oleg, the son of Hole's girlfriend Rakel, to convince Hole to meet him and trade Oleg for Sivertsen.

Waaler is aware that it is Hole whom Oleg regards as his father — rather than his biological father in Russia, from whom Rakel is long separated — and that Hole is deeply attached to the boy and would do virtually anything in order to save him. Hole arranges a meeting at the crime scene in the student Hall of Residence.

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More and more outrageous stories are proposed by Waaler to explain how he intends to cover up what has happened, and when it becomes clear that Waaler will murder all three witnesses in the lift of the building, Hole enacts an escape plan and manages to overpower Waaler and rescue Sven and Oleg, with Waaler ultimately being killed in the ensuing scuffle.

Having exposed Tom Waaler and solved the case, Hole's termination of employment is rescinded and he returns to the force. As would become clear in the next book, The Redeemer , Hole's professional success was achieved at a high personal price. Despite being deeply in love with Hole, Rakel decides to terminate their relationship; Oleg's being kidnapped by Waaler and coming very close to death led her to feel that Hole's profession — and his utter dedication to that profession — would make life with him too disruptive and dangerous.

However, though Hole would become in some ways attracted to other women, Rakel would remain the great love of his life, and for her part she would also find it impossible to completely cut off contact.

Examples include: The number of murder victims was initially presumed to be five, although only four were actually completed with Olaug Sivertsen spared from the last murder. However, the murderer was apprehended before the presumed scheduled murder of Sivertsen and, since the murderer actually had a grudge against Sven Sivertsen Olaug's son it is unclear which of them was the intended victim. Five fingers on a hand — each murder victim had one of their fingers severed starting with Marius Veland's thumb and lastly Barbara Svendsen's ring finger.

Had the fifth murder been committed in the final event it would have presumably been the little finger of the left hand. Each murder took place on the fifth floor of a building the exception to this was Marius Veland, the first victim, known to have been murdered on the fourth floor where his room was located. However his body was moved by the murderer and kept hidden in the fifth floor. It should also be noted that Olaug Sivertsen's home did not have five floors.

There were five days between each murder. Each murder victim had a small, five-pointed red diamond located on the body usually behind an eyelid when found.

Barbara Svendsen's body was found in balance, supported at five points: the two feet, the knees and the forehead. In the gap lay a fivekroner coin bearing a profile of King Olav's head and the date: , the year before it had fallen out of the carpenter's pocket.

But these were the boom years; a great many attic flats had needed to be built at the drop of a hat and the carpenter had not bothered to look for it. It did not take the water much time to find a way through the floor under the parquet.

Apart from when there was a leak in - the same year a new roof was built on the house - the wooden floorboards had lain there undisturbed, drying and contracting so that the crack between the two innermost pine floorboards was now almost half a centimetre.

The water dripped onto the beam beneath the crack and continued westwards and into the exterior wall. There it seeped into the plaster and the mortar that had been mixed one hundred years before, also in midsummer, by Jacob Andersen, a master bricklayer and father of five. Andersen, like all bricklayers in Oslo at that time, mixed his own mortar and wall plaster.

Not only did he have his own unique blend of lime, sand and water, he also had his own special ingredients: horsehair and pig's blood. Jacob Andersen was of the opinion that the hair and the blood held the plaster together and gave it extra strength. It was not his idea, he told his head-shaking colleagues at the time, his Scottish father and grandfather had used the same ingredients from sheep.

Even though he had renounced his Scottish surname and taken on a trade name he saw no reason to turn his back on six hundred years of heritage. Some of the bricklayers considered it immoral, some thought he was in league with the Devil, but most just laughed at him.

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Perhaps it was one of the latter who spread the story that was to take hold in the burgeoning town of Kristania. A coachman from Grunerlokka had married his cousin from Varmland and together they moved into a one-room flat plus kitchen in one of the apartment blocks in Seilduksgata that Andersen had helped to build. The couple's first child was unlucky enough to be born with dark, curly hair and brown eyes, and since the couple were blond with blue eyes - and the man was jealous by nature as well - late one night he tied his wife's hands behind her, took her down to the cellar and bricked her in.

Her screams were effectively muffled by the thick walls where she stood bound and squeezed between the two brick surfaces. The husband had perhaps thought that she would suffocate from lack of oxygen, but bricklayers do allow for ventilation. In the end, the poor woman attacked the wall with her bare teeth.

And that might well have worked because as the Scottish bricklayer used blood and hair, thinking that he could save on the expensive lime in the cement mix, the result was a porous wall that crumbled under the attack from strong Varmland teeth.

However, her hunger for life sadly led to her taking excessively large mouthfuls of mortar and brick. Ultimately she was unable to chew, swallow or spit and the sand, pebbles and chunks of clay blocked her windpipe.

Her face turned blue, her heartbeat slowed and then she stopped breathing. She was what most people would call dead. According to the myth, however, the taste of pig's blood had the effect of making the unfortunate woman believe she was still alive. And with that she immediately broke free of the ropes that bound her, passed through the wall and began to walk again. A few old people from Grunerlokka still remember the story from their childhood, about the woman with the pig's head, walking around with a knife to cut off the heads of small children who were out late.

She had to have the taste of blood in her mouth so that she didn't vanish into thin air. At the time very few people knew the name of the bricklayer and Andersen worked tirelessly at making his special blend of mortar. Three years later, while working on the building where the water was now leaking he fell from the scaffolding - leaving only two hundred kroner and a guitar - and so it was to be another hundred years before bricklayers began to use artificial hair-like fibres in their cement mixes and before technicians at a laboratory in Milan discovered that the walls of Jericho had been strengthened with blood and camel hair.

Most of the water, however, did not run into the wall, but down it, because water, like cowardice and lust, always finds the lowest level. At first the water was absorbed by the lumpy, granular insulation between the joists, but more followed and soon the insulation was saturated. The water went right through it and soaked up a newspaper dated July 11, , in which it said the building industry's boom time had probably reached its peak and the unscrupulous property speculators were sure to have harder times ahead.

On page three it said that the police still had no leads regarding the murder of a young nurse who had been found dead from stab wounds in a bathroom the previous week. In May, a girl mutilated and killed in a similar way was found near the River Akerselva, but the police would not say whether the two cases could be connected.

The water ran off the newspaper, between the wooden boards underneath and along the inside of the painted ceiling fabric of the room below.

Since this had been damaged during the repair of the leak in , the water seeped through the holes, forming drops that hung on until they became heavy enough for gravity to defy the surface tension; they let go and fell three metres and eight centimetres. There the water landed and terminated its trajectory. Into water. Vibeke Knutsen sucked hard on her cigarette and blew smoke out of the open window on the fourth floor of the apartment building.

It was a warm afternoon and the air rose from the sun-baked asphalt in the back yard, taking the smoke up the light blue house front until it dispersed.

On the other side of the roof you could hear the sound of a car in the usually busy Ullevalsveien. But now everyone was on holiday and the town was almost deserted.

A fly lay on its back on the windowsill with its six feet in the air. It hadn't had the sense to get out of the heat.

It was cooler at the other end of the flat facing Ullevalsveien, but Vibeke didn't like the view from there. Our Saviour's Cemetery. Crowded with famous people.

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Famous dead people. On the ground floor there was a shop selling 'monuments', as the sign said, in other words, headstones. What one might call 'staying close to the market'. Vibeke rested her forehead against the cool glass of the window.

She had been happy when the warm weather came, but her happiness had soon worn off. Even now she was longing for cooler nights and people in the streets.

Today there had been five customers in the gallery before lunch and three after. She had smoked one and a half packets of cigarettes out of sheer boredom. Her heart was pounding and she had a sore throat; in fact, she could hardly speak when the boss rang and asked how things were going. All the same, no sooner had she arrived home and put the potatoes on than she felt the craving in the pit of her stomach again.

Vibeke had stopped smoking when she met Anders two years before. He hadn't asked her to. Quite the contrary. When they met on Gran Canaria he had even bummed a cigarette off her. Just for a laugh.

When they moved in together, just one month after getting back to Oslo, one of the first things he had said was that their relationship would probably be able to stand a little passive smoking, and that cancer researchers were undoubtedly exaggerating. With a little time he would probably get used to the smell of cigarettes on their clothes. The next morning she made up her mind. When, some days later, he mentioned over lunch that it was a long time since he had seen her with a cigarette in her hand, she answered that she had never really been much of a smoker.

Anders smiled, leaned over the table and stroked her cheek. That's what I always thought.

Three more drags. She took the first.

It didn't taste of anything.Hole is faced with the daunting task of discovering and apprehending the true murderer in a single day. His voice sounded like a dry whisper in her ear. Determined to find the killer and expose the crooked Tom Waaler, Harry discovers the two investigations melding in unexpected ways.

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Was that because she was unhappy? She knew roughly what it meant. But they did not. Her screams were effectively muffled by the thick walls where she stood bound and squeezed between the two brick surfaces.

The door wasn't locked, so they went in.

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