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The Forgotten Dead: A dark, twisted, unputdownable thriller. Tove Alsterdal
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isbn 9780008158996
Автор произведения Tove Alsterdal
Жанр Современная зарубежная литература
Издательство HarperCollins
Translated from the Swedish by Tiina Nunnally
Published by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2017
Copyright © Tove Alsterdal, 2009 By agreement with Grand Agency
Translation copyright © Tiina Nunnally 2016
Cover design by Alex Allden © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2017
Cover photographs © Max Bailen/Cultura RM/ Alamy Stock Photo (woman on beach); Shutterstock.com all other images.
Tove Alsterdal asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
Originally published in 2009 by Lind & Co, Sweden, as Kvinnorna på stranden
A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library.
This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
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Source ISBN: 9780008158989
Ebook Edition © August 2017 ISBN: 9780008158996
Version: 2017-05-22
Table of Contents
Tarifa
Monday, 22 September
3.34 a.m.
The boat heeled over and the view through the small porthole changed. For a long while she could see only the masts of other boats and clouds, but now she glimpsed the town for a moment. All the windows were dark. If she waited any longer it would soon be dawn.
When she stood up a sharp pain shot through her left leg. The world swayed, or maybe it was the sea and the boat.
Before the man took off he had told her three or four o’clock. She had crept into the corner and sat as still as she could. ‘A las tres, cuatro,’ he said. ‘Esta noche,’ and she understood at last