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Acquittal?
Stockholm Sleuth
Series Book 5
by Christer Tholin
Genre: Mystery,
Crime
A Swedish Crime Novel
Umeå, Northern
Sweden: Willmar Björkman has been incarcerated for five years
after being found guilty on a murder charge; albeit unjustly
convicted according to his claims. From the very start, he has
adamantly maintained that he is innocent of the crime. Detectives
Lars and Elin are hired to find new evidence that casts doubt upon
the validity of the guilty verdict so that a retrial of his case can
be requested. Is that even possible now that so much time has passed?
The two detectives start asking around to dig up some new
information, but find themselves facing a wall of silence - nobody
seems interested in reopening the case. In fact, they themselves are
uncertain if Willmar is even innocent at all. But then the
coincidences begin to pile up and ultimately the investigation spins
completely out of control...
ACQUITTAL? is the fifth,
standalone book from Christer Tholin’s Stockholm Sleuth
Series.
If you like fast-paced action and surprising
twists and turns, then you will love Christer Tholin's sleuth series.
Buy ACQUITTAL? to see how this
suspenseful case is solved!
read an excerpt
It had grown late; it was completely dark on the
country road, there were no street lights out here. Tall trees stood to the
right and left. The snow that lay under the trees did nothing to brighten it.
The asphalt was glistening from the wetness, at least Elin hoped that it was
water and not ice, because the temperature was around freezing. Once the sun
set, the thermometer could quickly drop a few degrees, and then there could be
black ice on the ground after the rain. She slowed down - forty-five miles per
hour were allowed here. She preferred to go slower than that, especially around
the curves.
The lights
from oncoming vehicles were blinding. Every time a car came along, she had to
concentrate to stay in her lane. She slowed down even further and now was only
driving thirty-five miles per hour. That didn't suit the man behind, he flashed
his lights at her several times. Now she was also blinded by the light from the
side mirrors. Finally, he overtook after a curve. Well, at least he couldn't
bother her anymore.
For a
while everything went fine, she slowly began to relax, but she still maintained
a reduced speed. After the idiot from before, there had been no more cars
behind her, but now she noticed a car slowly getting closer. Judging from the
lighting, it had to be a bigger vehicle. Why did he have to drive like that on
this road? She fully understood that the locals knew this road well and could
probably judge the weather conditions better than she could, but nevertheless,
you should probably still be a little more careful when driving a truck. Well,
she had to concede, if he was carrying a heavy load, he probably had little to
worry about, even if it was a little slippery. In Stockholm, until recently,
the buses didn't even have winter tires; they all had all-season tires to save
costs. Only last year did they start to gradually change over the tires,
because there had been a few accidents. After each bend, the lights disappeared
behind Elin, only to reappear on the next straight stretch, and a little faster
each time - the distance between them was rapidly shrinking. Elin kept glancing
nervously in the rearview mirror, she hated it when people tailgated. It was
indeed a truck, one of those giant ones, and now he was driving close behind
her, flashing his lights. Just what she had been afraid of. She felt compelled
to drive a little faster, but she didn't go beyond forty. Unfortunately, it
didn't help, the truck was still sticking like glue to her. If she had to brake
for any reason now, he'd probably run her off the road. Elin hoped that after
the next curve there was a clear stretch again so that the guy could pass her.
She was uncomfortable with this brightly lit monster clinging to her tail.
Trees on either side, blinding lights from the front, and that idiot with all
the horsepower tailgating. Carefully she went around the bend - yes, there was
a longer clear stretch coming up here, and at the moment there was no oncoming
traffic. Furthermore, there was now a small slope on the right side, which
increased the distance to the forest and made the road look a little brighter.
Elin could only hope that the driver of the truck would take this chance. She
looked in the rearview mirror - yeah, he flashed his lights and pulled his
vehicle into the left lane. Elin took her foot off the gas and the truck pulled
alongside her. It was one of those trucks that transported lumber, fully loaded
and with a trailer.
They all sped through here like jackasses, the speed limits
didn't seem to apply to them. Water splashed onto her car from the side, her
vision was blurred for a brief moment, then the windshield wiper swept over it
and she could see the road in front of her again. The truck was halfway past
her now but seemed to be slowing down. Elin checked her speedometer, it was thirty-five,
which made her wonder if the truck was running out of steam? Irritated, she
looked ahead, luckily no oncoming traffic. She reduced her speed even more,
which allowed the truck to move past her a bit more. But what was he doing now?
What the hell, he was braking! The red brake lights shone brightly. And now he
pulled over towards her side. Why? The tree trunks were coming menacingly
closer, Elin honked the horn and slammed down on her brake. She felt the rear
of her car swerve, while all that was visible in front of her were wheels and
wood. The truck cut her off! In a panic, she turned to the right. At that
moment her Volvo got a bump in the front and was pushed even further towards
the roadside. She pressed on the brakes with all her might, but despite this,
she was still getting closer and closer to the downhill slope. She would bring
the car to a stop in a moment, just in time. But then the Volvo got a bump from
behind and slid down the slope. Snow, trees - Elin screamed. The Volvo spun,
the wheels hitting some obstacle. Then the car overturned - the last thing Elin
saw was her airbag deploying.
**Don’t miss the rest of the series!**
Christer
was raised in the North of Germany, Schleswig-Holstein. After having
spent years in Berlin / Germany, Brighton /UK and Budapest / Hungary,
he has now been living in Stockholm / Sweden for almost two decades.
As a crime-story aficionado of
long standing, Christer always wanted to write detective stories of
his own that would not only be exciting, but that would also be set
against the backdrop of the natural beauty of Sweden - and that would
afford him the opportunity to portray Swedish society as seen through
the eyes of a foreigner. The result: his "Stockholm Sleuth
Series."
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Acquittal?
Stockholm Sleuth Series Book 5
by Christer Tholin
Genre: Mystery, Crime
A Swedish Crime Novel
Umeå, Northern Sweden: Willmar Björkman has been incarcerated for five years after being found guilty on a murder charge; albeit unjustly convicted according to his claims. From the very start, he has adamantly maintained that he is innocent of the crime. Detectives Lars and Elin are hired to find new evidence that casts doubt upon the validity of the guilty verdict so that a retrial of his case can be requested. Is that even possible now that so much time has passed? The two detectives start asking around to dig up some new information, but find themselves facing a wall of silence - nobody seems interested in reopening the case. In fact, they themselves are uncertain if Willmar is even innocent at all. But then the coincidences begin to pile up and ultimately the investigation spins completely out of control...
Buy ACQUITTAL? to see how this suspenseful case is solved!
 |
| read an excerpt |
It had grown late; it was completely dark on the
country road, there were no street lights out here. Tall trees stood to the
right and left. The snow that lay under the trees did nothing to brighten it.
The asphalt was glistening from the wetness, at least Elin hoped that it was
water and not ice, because the temperature was around freezing. Once the sun
set, the thermometer could quickly drop a few degrees, and then there could be
black ice on the ground after the rain. She slowed down - forty-five miles per
hour were allowed here. She preferred to go slower than that, especially around
the curves.
The lights
from oncoming vehicles were blinding. Every time a car came along, she had to
concentrate to stay in her lane. She slowed down even further and now was only
driving thirty-five miles per hour. That didn't suit the man behind, he flashed
his lights at her several times. Now she was also blinded by the light from the
side mirrors. Finally, he overtook after a curve. Well, at least he couldn't
bother her anymore.
For a while everything went fine, she slowly began to relax, but she still maintained a reduced speed. After the idiot from before, there had been no more cars behind her, but now she noticed a car slowly getting closer. Judging from the lighting, it had to be a bigger vehicle. Why did he have to drive like that on this road? She fully understood that the locals knew this road well and could probably judge the weather conditions better than she could, but nevertheless, you should probably still be a little more careful when driving a truck. Well, she had to concede, if he was carrying a heavy load, he probably had little to worry about, even if it was a little slippery. In Stockholm, until recently, the buses didn't even have winter tires; they all had all-season tires to save costs. Only last year did they start to gradually change over the tires, because there had been a few accidents. After each bend, the lights disappeared behind Elin, only to reappear on the next straight stretch, and a little faster each time - the distance between them was rapidly shrinking. Elin kept glancing nervously in the rearview mirror, she hated it when people tailgated. It was indeed a truck, one of those giant ones, and now he was driving close behind her, flashing his lights. Just what she had been afraid of. She felt compelled to drive a little faster, but she didn't go beyond forty. Unfortunately, it didn't help, the truck was still sticking like glue to her. If she had to brake for any reason now, he'd probably run her off the road. Elin hoped that after the next curve there was a clear stretch again so that the guy could pass her. She was uncomfortable with this brightly lit monster clinging to her tail. Trees on either side, blinding lights from the front, and that idiot with all the horsepower tailgating. Carefully she went around the bend - yes, there was a longer clear stretch coming up here, and at the moment there was no oncoming traffic. Furthermore, there was now a small slope on the right side, which increased the distance to the forest and made the road look a little brighter. Elin could only hope that the driver of the truck would take this chance. She looked in the rearview mirror - yeah, he flashed his lights and pulled his vehicle into the left lane. Elin took her foot off the gas and the truck pulled alongside her. It was one of those trucks that transported lumber, fully loaded and with a trailer.
They all sped through here like jackasses, the speed limits didn't seem to apply to them. Water splashed onto her car from the side, her vision was blurred for a brief moment, then the windshield wiper swept over it and she could see the road in front of her again. The truck was halfway past her now but seemed to be slowing down. Elin checked her speedometer, it was thirty-five, which made her wonder if the truck was running out of steam? Irritated, she looked ahead, luckily no oncoming traffic. She reduced her speed even more, which allowed the truck to move past her a bit more. But what was he doing now? What the hell, he was braking! The red brake lights shone brightly. And now he pulled over towards her side. Why? The tree trunks were coming menacingly closer, Elin honked the horn and slammed down on her brake. She felt the rear of her car swerve, while all that was visible in front of her were wheels and wood. The truck cut her off! In a panic, she turned to the right. At that moment her Volvo got a bump in the front and was pushed even further towards the roadside. She pressed on the brakes with all her might, but despite this, she was still getting closer and closer to the downhill slope. She would bring the car to a stop in a moment, just in time. But then the Volvo got a bump from behind and slid down the slope. Snow, trees - Elin screamed. The Volvo spun, the wheels hitting some obstacle. Then the car overturned - the last thing Elin saw was her airbag deploying.
**Don’t miss the rest of the series!**
Christer was raised in the North of Germany, Schleswig-Holstein. After having spent years in Berlin / Germany, Brighton /UK and Budapest / Hungary, he has now been living in Stockholm / Sweden for almost two decades.
As a crime-story aficionado of long standing, Christer always wanted to write detective stories of his own that would not only be exciting, but that would also be set against the backdrop of the natural beauty of Sweden - and that would afford him the opportunity to portray Swedish society as seen through the eyes of a foreigner. The result: his "Stockholm Sleuth Series."
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