Summary (from Goodreads):
“A journey to a new life or a prison of despair and death? A shocking murder on Copenhagen’s idyllic streets and a foundling baby reveal a perverse criminal underworld that spans across Europe.
A young woman’s body is found on the street in Copenhagen’s Vesterbro district, her throat slit, and the media is clamoring for the grisly details. Detective Louise Rick is investigating the gruesome murder when her friend, Camilla Lind, calls. Louise assumes it is because Camilla, a crime reporter on a morning paper, wants to be the first to hear of any juicy new developments. Instead, her distraught friend reveals that her ten year-old son found an abandoned baby on his way to school. As Louise digs deeper into the murder and the mysterious foundling, every clue uncovered points to organized human trafficking from Eastern Europe, run by ruthless gangsters who despise women and won’t hesitate to kill anyone who gets in their way.”
So far, three of Sara Blaedel’s books have been released in English. I have read all three this year, which means that this has been an excellent year. Unfortunately, this ALSO means that I have a long time to wait until either (a) her first book is translated and released or (b) books five, six and seven are translated and released here. Please, PLEASE get on that, Pegasus! Because these books are excellent and I need to read them. And it will take me forever to learn to speak the language.
I finally read the other two books in Stieg Larsson’s Millennium trilogy and the second book, The Girl Who Played With Fire, deals with sex trafficking (as does Farewell to Freedom). I mention that because whereas in that book, it was sort of a necessary aside to deal with before we could get to the major part of the story (the adventures of Lisbeth and Mikael), this WAS the major part of the story.
The thing I love most about Sara Blaedel’s mysteries are that Louise Rick is a fully developed character who exists outside of her job as a police detective. She has friends and a life. It’s not like one aspect of her (person vs. detective) exists solely to function as a plot device. Does that make sense? I feel like that’s where James Patterson has failed in recent years.
(The thing I love second most about her mysteries? EVERYTHING ELSE.)
If you like mysteries, read these books. If you like well-written stories, read these books. If you have ever listened to my recommendations, ever, and liked them, READ THESE BOOKS.
And please help me spread the word because I am already in withdrawal. COME BACK, LOUISE RICK.