A group of old men makes a small winning with the lottery and after their celebratory bender, 72-year-old Waldemar Leverkuhn ends up dead at home in his bed with twenty-eight stab wounds. The same night one of his drinking buddies disappears, and several days later the concierge’s wife from the Leverkuhns' building is reported missing. Is someone stalking senior citizens? Are the cases even related? When Fru Leverkuhn confesses to the murder of her husband, it seems that the case is solved… or is it? Truth be told, this novel didn’t really pick up until about page 200 for me, which is a shame, because the last 100 or so pages were well worth it and the plotline is really rather clever, with the reader guessing until the last page about motives and responsible parties. This was the first Håkan Nesser novel that I’d read. I picked it up because of my fondness for Scandinavian mystery/thrillers and the fact that it had both a “ü” and an “å” on the co...