This is the second episode in the Harry Kvist trilogy. Like its predecessor, it’s a first-person narrative. Clinch took my breath away, and this is worse. Or, perhaps, given the point of Noir, better. Harry (Kvisten to his friends) is an ex-boxer, repo man (with a specialty in bicycles), funeral parlor and mortuary assistant, as well as general investigator. He also spends time in Långholmen Prison, in Stockholm between the wars.