"The girl?" The bartender gestured vaguely toward the back booths. "She's been waiting. Doesn't look like she belongs here. Too much light in her eyes."
"You're late, Harry," she said, her voice a soft contrast to the abrasive roar of the pub. El Murcielago (Harry Hole 1) Jo Nesbo epub
"Traffic," Harry lied. He had actually spent twenty minutes standing on the street corner, debating whether to buy a bottle of Jim Beam or a plane ticket back to Oslo. "The girl
Harry felt that familiar cold prickle at the base of his spine. He wasn't just a visitor anymore; he was a hunter. And in this heat, under the gaze of a thousand strange stars, he knew the predator was already watching him back. Too much light in her eyes
"Show me," Harry said, and as they stepped out into the humid Australian night, the hunt for the killer—and his own demons—began in earnest.