Kvisthavn

Solveig Eriksson returns to the granite village she fled at eighteen, hired to restore three eighteenth-century tile stoves in the grandest house on the harbour. Two nights later a body surfaces in the quarry pool above the town, wrists bound with fishing rope. The dead man was her first love, and his last words to his mother were a warning: someone is poisoning the village from the inside. Everyone in Kvisthavn has a reason to want that sentence forgotten.