El Murcielago (harry Hole 1) Jo Nesbo Epub | Fresh

"The police found another one," she whispered, leaning in. "Circular Quay. Same marks on the neck. They're calling him the 'Bat' now."

The neon sign above "The Bat" tavern flickered with a rhythmic buzz, casting a jaundiced yellow glow over the damp pavement of Sydney’s Kings Cross. Inside, the air was a thick soup of stale lager and cheap cigarettes—a scent Harry Hole knew better than his own mother’s perfume.

"Traffic," Harry lied. He had actually spent twenty minutes standing on the street corner, debating whether to buy a bottle of Jim Beam or a plane ticket back to Oslo.