Oslo, mid-day. A man walks into a bank with a cap pulled low and a calm voice. He gives the teller a deadline. No alarms. No heroics. One mistake and someone dies.
Minutes later, he’s gone. The cash is gone. And a woman lies dead.
Detective Harry Hole takes the case and sees the detail that doesn’t fit. The robbery looks clean. Too clean. Like a message. Then Harry gets hit from the side. An old girlfriend is found murdered in her apartment, and the evidence points straight at him. The department tightens the leash. The press smells blood. Someone wants Harry chasing two fires at once.
As the bank robber strikes again, the pattern sharpens. Precise timing. Controlled fear. A plan built around pressure, not chaos. Harry digs into money trails, security footage, and the quiet lives of people who think they’re invisible. Every step forward costs him trust, allies, and time.
The deeper he goes, the more the two cases start to echo each other. Motive hides behind a personal history. Revenge wears a professional mask. And Harry realizes the killer isn’t running from the police.
He’s leading them.
Oslo turns into a clock. Every tick brings another deadline. Harry has one job. Find the mind behind the robberies. Clear his own name. And stop the next call that ends with a body on the floor.
