Evolution of Murder

This story is about the meaning psychopaths put into the word «love». His family life cracked. His wife threw him out of the apartment. He had to go to the dacha. There he met Inga—the wife’s sister. Word by word. A bottle of cognac. A wild night… And in the morning, the Investigative Committee arrived. His wife was brutally murdered the previous night. A knife with traces of her blood was found in his car. Inga disappeared without a trace. All evidence is against him. No chances at all… He had no choice but to run. He has to find the killer himself.

The bloody trail led to a slaughterhouse—and then to an abandoned military unit. Where rusty trucks sat under a gray sky, where there were some tanks on deflated wheels, tractors, and trailers, he found Inga. And he found the one who loved her—someone who loved her with such single-minded devotion, almost as passionately and fiercely as the act of killing itself… ___________ «Alex Norman’s works convey an unbelievably accurate atmosphere of vague terror and danger. The plot develops smoothly, with a slight acceleration. The reader is constantly close to the characters—he hears every sound, catches every smell, shudders from the northern cold, and looks at the low, chilled sky with longing. And while there are still no murders and blood, the anticipation of the looming drama is so strong that there’s no will to pull away from the book and turn to something else. Norman’s power over thrillers is endless…» — Aleksey MAKEEV, writer, co-author of detective novels about investigator Gurov.