The Boy in the Suitcase (Nina Borg Series #1)

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Nina Borg, a Red Cross nurse, wife, and mother of two, is a compulsive do-gooder who can't say no when someone asks for help—even when she knows better. When her estranged friend Karin leaves her a key to a public locker in the Copenhagen train station, Nina gets suckered into her most dangerous project yet. Inside the locker is a suitcase, and inside the suitcase is a three-year-old boy: naked and drugged, but alive.
 
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Overview

Nina Borg, a Red Cross nurse, wife, and mother of two, is a compulsive do-gooder who can't say no when someone asks for help—even when she knows better. When her estranged friend Karin leaves her a key to a public locker in the Copenhagen train station, Nina gets suckered into her most dangerous project yet. Inside the locker is a suitcase, and inside the suitcase is a three-year-old boy: naked and drugged, but alive.
 
Is the boy a victim of child trafficking? Can he be turned over to authorities, or will they only return him to whoever sold him? When Karin is discovered brutally murdered, Nina realizes that her life and the boy's are in jeopardy, too. In an increasingly desperate trek across Denmark, Nina tries to figure out who the boy is, where he belongs, and who exactly is trying to hunt him down.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
In this riveting first in a new Danish crime series, hard-working Copenhagen nurse Nina Borg can’t say no to nursing school friend Karin’s cryptic request to pick up a package at the train station. There, stuffed in a suitcase inside a locker, Nina finds a three-year-old boy, drugged but alive. A near altercation with a violent man, who arrives at the locker soon after and is furious to find the suitcase empty, quashes Nina’s instincts to call the police. Child in tow, she tries to track down Karin to understand her involvement and discover whether the boy, Mikas, who speaks only Lithuanian, is a victim of sex trafficking. Meanwhile, others are searching frantically for Mikas, from his mother in Vilnius to the men who’ll stop at nothing to recover their “cargo.” Without flashy plot devices, Kaaberbøl and Friis let Nina’s particular blend of stoicism and vulnerability guide the story. (Nov.)
Library Journal
Red Cross nurse Nina Borg, who works helping illegal refugees, gets a call from an estranged friend begging her to pick up a package in one of the lockers at the main Copenhagen train station. The package turns out to be a suitcase with a drugged three-year-old boy inside. When the friend is murdered, Nina realizes she's caught in the middle of a kidnapping case. Nina must use her connections in the refugee community to discover the identity and nationality of the child before she can find out who is behind his abduction. Nina is a complicated, flawed character, conflicted by her compulsion to help strangers rather than stay home with her family. VERDICT Although Nina is the protagonist, she is only one of several voices, and it takes a while to get used to the switching among points of view. Readers who hang on will enjoy the fast-paced plot that takes a surprising twist when the multiple story lines are finally connected. Winner of the 2008 Harald Mogensen award for Best Danish Crime Novel and a finalist for the Scandinavian Glass Key Award (losing to Stieg Larsson), this trilogy debut has also been translated into nine languages. A must for Scandinavian crime fiction aficionados. [See Prepub Alert, 8/2/11.]—Jean King, West Hempstead P.L., NY
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A New York Times Bestseller
The New York Times Book Review Notable Crime Book of 2011
Strand Magazine Critics Award Nominee
Indie Next List November 2011 Pick
Barry Award Nominee for Best First Novel
Harald Morgensen Award for Best Danish Thriller of the Year
Glass Key Crime Fiction Award Nominee

“Here’s something you don’t often see in Nordic noir fiction — a novel written by two women about the criminal mistreatment of women and children, compassionately told from a feminine perspective and featuring female characters you can believe in…. the first collaborative effort of Lene Kaaberbol and Agnete Friis, and it packs an almighty punch.”—The New York Times Book Review, Notable Crime Book of 2011

Fans of Nordic crime fiction, rejoice: Something is rotten in Denmark. But never fear, Red Cross nurse Nina Borg is on the case.... A wild ride.”—New York Post

“Terrific.... What’s for sure is that, once you start reading, you can’t stop — it’s as if the poor kid’s life depends on your getting to the end as fast as possible.... looks like another winning entry in the emotionally lacerating Scandinavian mystery sweepstakes.”—The Washington Post

“Written in that sparse, uniquely Scandinavian style sure to draw comparisons with a certain blockbuster trilogy (this is better), this story packs plenty of emotional suspense and interpersonal friction without veering into melodrama. Kaaberbol and Friis know when to reveal and when to pull back, presenting just enough back story about Sigita's upbringing and marriage, just enough about Nina's relationship with her family and friends, without ever interrupting the action. The disparate perspectives do as much to humanize all the action as they do to disorient — and I mean that in the best possible sense.”—Associated Press
 
“A frightening and tautly told story of the lengths to which people will go for family and money.”—USA Today

“A terrific central character and a great plot.... As the story builds, each storyline is woven in, and no character, including Nina Borg, is what we think.... A series to watch.”—Toronto Globe and Mail

"Soho is known for high-quality crime fiction set around the globe, so it's no surprise that this gripping Danish thriller kept me turning pages while its poignant characters lodged in my heart. Denmark has never looked so sinister!"—Denise Hamilton, Edgar-winning author of the Eve Diamond series, The Last Embrace and Damage Control

"Stunning. Hooked me from the beginning. The Danish bourgeoisie and the criminal underworld collide in a moving, fast-paced thriller with psychological depth."—Cara Black, bestselling author of Murder in the Marais

"Lene Kaaberbøl and Agnette Friis have created a dark shimmering gem of a crime thriller in The Boy in the Suitcase. Using the reliable skills we’ve come to expect from their Nordic brethren—clean tight prose, recognizably human characters, a fierce social conscience and airtight plotting—they’ve fashioned as engaging a story as you’re going to read anytime soon. The pages blur you read them so quickly, and yet the wallop to your mind and heart is real and deep. There must be something in the water up there—for which we should all be profoundly grateful."—David Corbett, Edgar-nominated author of Do They Know I’m Running?

“A must for Scandinavian crime fiction aficionados."—Library Journal, Starred Review

“A great introduction to an award-winning team of Danish authors.”—November 2011 Indie Next List

“Women characters get star turns in this book, with the most poignant being Sigita, the young single mother desperate to find her missing son. Realizing how acutely alone she is in this pursuit, Sigita summons a pugilistic tenacity in the face of the indifference of family and police to her son’s plight as well as her own.” —Boston Globe 

“Among the best crime novels of the year…. marks Kaaberbol and Friis as serious talents to be reckoned with, ready to be discovered by an American audience.”—Publishers Marketplace

“Stieg Larsson fans will find a lot to like in The Boy in the Suitcase ... [Nina Borg] will strike many, particularly female readers, as a more appealing version of Lisbeth Salander.”—Publishers Weekly

“Of all the recent Scandinavian thrillers that have been rushed into translation for fans of Stieg Larsson, here’s one whose pair of strong heroines taking on a monstrous conspiracy of men behaving badly is actually reminiscent of the Millennium Trilogy.... A debut that’s a model of finely tuned suspense.”—Kirkus Reviews

“This past-paced, suspenseful thriller intertwines several stories, gradually revealing the motivations of multiple characters and building tremendous suspense. The novel should be recommended to anyone who enjoys Asa Larsson’s Rebecka Martinsson series and, especially, Christian Jungersen’s The Exception (2007), another Danish thriller focused on a group of female characters.”—Booklist

The Boy in the Suitcase ratchets along at a breathless pace, skillfully switching points of view in a tightly choreographed arrangement.”—Daily Beast

"This is a thrilling and most urgent novel reflecting a terrifying reality."—Maj Sjowall, bestselling co-author of the Martin Beck series

"Warning! If you open this book, your life will be on stand-by."—Elle (Denmark)

"Extraordinary.... A crime novel where everything is perfectly done."—The Weekend Newspaper (Denmark)

The Boy in the Suitcase, cements Scandinavia’s reputation as a new hunting ground for tautly-plotted, well-written mysteries…. a fast-paced thriller written in tight and sparse prose that seems to be the hallmark of Scandinavian mystery authors. A compelling read that you’ll find hard to put down.” —Mystery Cime Librarian

"The first in a series of mysteries from Denmark is a highly emotional story of secrets and bad decisions. It is also about women: desperate, scared women; women who refuse to look at choices they’ve made; and most of all, a very determined, brave woman who has to get involved in the lives of others. It starts with a series of short chapters from the viewpoints of seemingly unconnected characters. The writing is sparse, never telling the readers more than they must know at the moment and the action and emotion are continuous. The surprise ending is perfect. You won’t be able to put this down."—Romantic Times

“The Boy in the Suitcase is an exceptional crime fiction debut that shines a light on a tragic and real social issue. It manages to address this problem with a seriousness and social conscience that add significant weight to the story. It is an engaging, suspenseful, and excellently written crime fiction novel with complex and well-drawn characters which has been a bestseller throughout Scandinavia. The Boy in the Suitcase is definitely worth a read!”—Scandinavian Books' Nordic Book Blog

The Boy in the Suitcase by Lene Kaaberbøl and Agnete Friis is another exemplary Scandinavian mystery with a seriously driven heroine, and a most unusual plot and premise, that will keep you guessing until the very end.”—BookLoons, Recommended Read for November 2011

“A fast paced thriller that keeps the reader interested and invested from the moment Nina discovers the life stolen away inside that suitcase…. Lene Kaaberbol and Agnete Friis have written a story about motherhood, immigration, crime and punishment and redemption that needs no comparison.” —Literate Housewife

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781569479810
  • Publisher: Soho Press, Incorporated
  • Publication date: 11/8/2011
  • Series: Nina Borg Series, #1
  • Pages: 316
  • Sales rank: 261,316
  • Product dimensions: 6.20 (w) x 9.10 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

Lene Kaaberbøl and Agnete Friis are the Danish duo behind the Nina Borg series. Friis is a journalist by training, while Kaaberbøl has been a professional writer since the age of 15, with more than 2 million books sold worldwide. Their first collaboration, The Boy in the Suitcase, was a New York Times and USA Today bestseller, and has been translated into 27 languages.

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Holding the glass door open with her hip, she dragged the suitcase into the stairwell leading down to the underground parking lot. Sweat trickled down her chest and back beneath her T-shirt; it was only slightly cooler here than outside in the shimmering heat of the airless streets. The strong smell of decaying fast food from a jettisoned burger bag did nothing to improve the flavor of the place.

There was no elevator. Step by step she manhandled the heavy suitcase down to the level where she was parked, then realized that she didn’t really want it in her car until she knew what was in it. She found a relatively private spot behind some dumpsters, sheltered from security cameras and the curious gazes of passersby. The case wasn’t locked,
just held closed by two clasps and a heavy-duty strap. Her hands were shaking, and one of them was numb and bloodless from carrying the ungainly weight for such a distance. But she managed to unbuckle the strap and unsnap the locks.

In the suitcase was a boy: naked, fair-haired, rather thin, about three years old. The shock rocked her back on her heels so that she fell against the rough plastic surface of the dumpster. His knees rested against his chest, as if someone had folded him up like a shirt. Otherwise he would not have fit, she supposed. His eyes were closed, and his skin shone palely in the bluish glare of the fluorescent ceiling lights. Not until she saw his lips part slightly did she realize he was alive.

 

August
 
The house sat on the brink of a cliff, with an unhindered view of the bay. Jan knew perfectly well what the locals called it: the Fortress. But that was not why he looked at the white walls with a vague sense of dissatisfaction. The locals could think what they liked; they weren’t the ones who mattered.

The house was of course designed by a well-known architect,
and modern, in a functional-classical way, a modern take on the Swedish “funkis” trend. Neo-funkis. That’s what Anne called it,
and she had shown him pictures and other houses until he understood,
or understood some of it, at least. Straight lines, no decoration.
The view was meant to speak for itself, through the huge windows that drew the light and the surrounding beauty into the room. That was how the architect had put it, and Jan could see his point, everything new and pure and right. Jan had bought the grounds and had the old summer cottage torn down; he had battled the municipal committee until they realized that they most certainly did want him as a taxpayer here and gave the necessary permissions; he had even conquered the representative of the local Nature Society with a donation that nearly made her choke on her herbal tea. But why should he not establish a wildlife preserve? He had no interest in other people’s building here, or tramping all over the place in annoying picnic herds. So there it was, his house, protected by white walls, airy and bright, and with clean uncluttered neo-funkis lines. Just the way he had wanted it.

And yet, it was not what he wanted. This was not how it was supposed to be. He still thought of the other place with a strange, unfocused longing. A big old pile, an unappealing mix of decaying 1912
nouveau-riche and appallingly ugly sixties additions, and snobbily expensive because it was on Strandvejen, the coast-hugging residences of the Copenhagen financial elite. But that was not why he had wanted it—zip codes meant nothing to him. Its attraction was its nearness to Anne’s childhood home, just on the other side of the tall unkempt whitethorn hedge. He couldn’t help but imagine it all: The large family gathered for barbecues under the apple trees,
he and Anne’s father in a cloud of Virginia tobacco, holding chunky tumblers of a very good Scotch. Anne’s siblings by the long white patio table, with their children. Anne’s mother in the swing seat, a beautiful Indian shawl around her shoulders. His and Anne’s children,
four or five, he had imagined, with the youngest asleep in Anne’s lap. Most of all, Anne happy, relaxed, and smiling. Gathered for the Midsummer festival, perhaps, with a bonfire of their own,
and yet enough of them there so that the singing sounded right.
Or just some ordinary Thursday, because they felt like it, and there had been fresh shrimp on the pier that day.

He drew hungrily at his cigarette, looking out across the bay.
The water was a sullen dark blue, streaked with foam, and the wind tore at his hair and made his eyes water. He had even persuaded the owner to sell. The papers were there, ready for his signature.
But she had said no.

He didn’t get it. It was her family, damn it. Weren’t women supposed to care about such things? The nearness, the roots, the closeknit relations? All that stuff. And with a family like Anne’s, so . . .
right. Healthy. Loving. Strong. Keld and Inger, still obviously in love after nearly forty years. Anne’s brothers, who came to the house regularly,
sometimes with their own wives and children, other times alone, just dropping in because they both still played tennis at the old club. To become part of that, in such an easy, everyday manner,
just next door, on the other side of the hedge . . . how could she turn that down? But she did. Quietly, stubbornly, in true Annefashion,
without arguments or reasons why. Just no.

So now here they were. This was where they lived, he and she and Aleksander, on the edge of a cliff. The wind howled around the white walls whenever the direction was northwesterly, and they were alone. Much too far away to just drop in, not part of things,
with no share in that easy, warm family communion except by special arrangement now and then, four or five times a year.

He took a last drag and tossed the cigarette away, stepping on the butt to make sure the dry grass didn’t catch fire. He stood for a few minutes, letting the wind whip away the smell from his clothes and hair. Anne didn’t know that he had started smoking again.
He took the photo from his wallet. He kept it there because he knew Anne was much too well raised to go snooping through his pockets. He probably should have gotten rid of it, but he just needed to look at it sometimes, needed to feel the mixture of hope and terror it inspired.

The boy was looking straight into the camera. His bare shoulders were drawn forward, as if he hunched himself against some unseen danger. There were no real clues to where the photo had been taken; the details were lost in the darkness behind him. At the corner of his mouth, one could see traces of something he had just eaten. It might be chocolate.

Jan touched the picture with one forefinger, very gently. Then he carefully put the photo away again. They had sent him a mobile phone, an old Nokia, which he would never himself have bought.
Probably stolen, he thought. He dialed the number, and waited for the reply.

“Mr. Marquart.” The voice was polite, but accented. “Hello.
Have you decided?”

In spite of having made his decision, he hesitated. Finally the voice had to prod him on.

“Mr. Marquart?”

He cleared his throat.

“Yes. I accept.”

“Good. Here are your instructions.”

He listened to the brief, precise sentences, wrote down numbers and figures. He was polite, like the man on the phone. It was only after the conversation had ended that he could no longer contain his disgust and defiance. Furiously, he flung the phone away;
it arced over the fence to bounce and disappear on the heathered slope beneath him.

He got back into his car and drove the rest of the way up to the house.

 
Less than an hour later, he was crawling about on the slope,
looking for the damn thing. Anne came out onto the terrace in front of the house and leaned over the railing.

“What are you doing?” she shouted.

“I dropped something,” he called back.

“Do you want me to come down and help?”

“No.”

She stayed out there for a while. The wind tore at her peach-colored linen dress, and the updraft blew her fair shoulder-length hair up around her face, so that it looked as if she were falling. In free fall without a parachute, he thought, only to check that chain of thought before it could continue. It would be all right. Anne would never need to know.

It took him nearly an hour and a half to find the stupid phone.
And then he had to call the airline. This was one trip he had no wish to let his secretary book for him.

“Where are you going?” asked Anne.

“Just a quick trip to Zurich.”

“Is something wrong?”

“No,” he said hastily. Fear had flooded into her eyes instantly,
and trying to calm it was a knee-jerk reaction. “It’s just a business thing. Some funds I need to arrange. I’ll be back by Monday.”

How had they ended up like this? He suddenly recalled with great intensity that Saturday in May more than ten years ago when he had watched Keld walk her up the aisle. She had been fairytale pretty, in a stunningly simple white dress, pink and white rosebuds in her hair. He knew at once that the bouquet he had chosen was much too big and garish, but it hadn’t mattered. He was just a few minutes away from hearing her say “I do.” For an instant, his gaze caught Keld’s, and he thought he saw a welcome and an appreciation there. Father-in-law. I’ll take care of her, he silently promised the tall, smiling man. And in his mind added two promises that weren’t in the marriage vows: he would give her anything she wanted, and he would protect her against everything that was evil in the world.

That is still what I want, he thought, tossing his passport into the Zurich case. Whatever the price.

Sometimes, Jučas had a dream about a family. There was a mother and a father and two children, a boy and a girl. Usually, they would be at the dinner table, eating a meal the mother had cooked for them. They lived in a house with a garden,
and in the garden there were apple trees and raspberries. The people were smiling, so that one could tell they were happy.

He himself was outside the house, looking in. But there was always the feeling that any minute now they would catch sight of him, and the father would open the door, smiling even wider, and say: “There you are! Come in, come in.”

Jučas had no idea who they were. Nor could he always remember what they looked like. But when he woke, it would be with a feeling of muddled nostalgia and expectation that would stay with him all day like a tightness in his chest.

Lately he had dreamed the dream a lot. He blamed it on Barbara.
She always wanted to talk about how it was going to be—him and her, and the little house just outside Krakow, close enough that her mother would need to take only one bus, and yet far enough away for them to have a bit of privacy. And there would be children. Of course. Because that was what Barbara wanted: children.

The day before it was to happen, they had celebrated. Everything was done, everything ready. The car was packed, all preparations were in place. The only thing that could stop them now was if the bitch suddenly changed her pattern. And even if she did, all they had to do was wait another week.

“Let’s go to the country,” said Barbara. “Let’s go find someplace where we can lie in the grass and be alone together.”

At first he refused on the grounds that it was best not to alter one’s own pattern. People remembered. Only as long as one did what one always did would one remain relatively invisible. But then he realized this might be his last day in Lithuania ever, if everything went according to plan. And he didn’t really feel like spending that day selling security systems to middle-range businessmen in Vilnius.

He called the client he was due to see and canceled, telling them the company would be sending someone Monday or Tuesday instead. Barbara called in sick with “the flu.” It would be Monday before anyone at Klimka’s realized they had been playing hooky at the same time, and by then it wouldn’t matter.

They drove out to Lake Didžiulis. Once, this had been a holiday camp for Pioneer children. Now it was a scout camp instead, and on an ordinary school day at the end of August, the whole place was completely deserted. Jučas parked the Mitsubishi in the shade beneath some pines, hoping the car wouldn’t be an oven when they returned. Barbara got out, stretching so that her white shirt slid up to reveal a bit of tanned stomach. That was enough to make his cock twitch. He had never known a woman who could arouse him as quickly as Barbara. He had never known anyone like her, period.
He still wondered why on earth she had picked someone like him.

They stayed clear of the wooden huts, which in any case looked rather sad and dilapidated. Instead they followed the path past the flag hill and into the woods. He inhaled the smell of resin and sun-parched trees, and for a moment was back with Granny Edita on the farm near Visaginas. He had spent the first seven years of his life there. Freezing cold and lonely in the winter, but in the summer Rimantas moved in with his Gran on the neighboring farm, and then the thicket of pines between the two smallholdings became Tarzan’s African Jungle, or the endless Mohican woods of Hawkeye.

“Looks like we can swim here.” Barbara pointed at the lakeshore further ahead. An old swimming platform stuck into the waters of the lake like a slightly crooked finger.

Jučas stuffed Visaginas back into the box where it belonged, the one labeled “The Past.” He didn’t often open that box, and there was certainly no reason to mess with it now.

“There are probably leeches,” he said, to tease her.

She grimaced. “Of course there aren’t. Or they wouldn’t let the children swim here.”

Belatedly, he realized he didn’t really want to stop her from taking her clothes off.

“You’re probably right,” he said, hastily.

She flashed him a quick smile, as though she knew exactly what he was thinking. And as he watched, she slowly unbuttoned her shirt and stepped out of her sand-colored skirt and string sandals,
until she stood barefoot on the beach, wearing only white panties and a plain white bra.

“Do we have to swim first?” he asked.

“No,” she said, stepping close. “We can do that afterwards.”

He wanted her so badly it sometimes made him clumsy like a teenager. But today he forced himself to wait. Playing with her.
Kissing her. Making sure she was just as aroused as he was. He fumbled for the condom he always kept in his wallet, at her insistence.
But this time she stopped him.

“It’s such a beautiful day,” she said. “And such a beautiful place.
Surely, we can make a beautiful child, don’t you think?”

He was beyond speech. But he let go of the wallet and held her for several long minutes before he pushed her down onto the grass and tried to give her what she so badly wanted.

 
Afterwards, they did swim in the deep, cool waters of the lake. She was not a strong swimmer, had never really learned how,
so mostly she doggy-paddled, splashing and kicking. Finally she linked her hands behind his neck and let herself be towed along as he backstroked to keep them both afloat. She looked into his eyes.

“Do you love me?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Even though I’m an old, old woman?” She was nine years older than him, and it bothered her. He didn’t care.

“Insanely,” he said. “And you’re not old.”

“Take care of me,” she said, settling her head on his chest. He was surprised at the strength of the tenderness he felt.

“Always at your service,” he murmured. And he thought that perhaps the family in the dream was him and Barbara, perhaps that was the point of it all—him and Barbara, in the house just outside Krakow. Soon.

Just one little thing to be done first.

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  • Posted August 11, 2011

    Promising First Mystery

    This book was quite good and suggests that we have a strong, new talent in the combined efforts of the authors. I found the pace of this mystery to be fast and tense with many questions that needed to be answered along the way. Why was the boy in the suitcase? Who is after the main protagonist Nina? Who can she trust? Who will help her? And will she succeed? The resolving of these questions, and others, creates an edge of your seat novel worth reading, but it is not without its problems. The main character, Nina, has a tendency to come across not as independent or self sufficient, but as self absorbed; the result is that I found it hard to connect with her character. However, the story was peopled with others that I DID connect with, such as the little boy and his mother. If the authors carry this novel into a series, and I feel strongly that they should, then I hope they will flesh out Nina's character more so that she is not just a humanly flawed character, but someone the reader can understand and perhaps empathize with. Definitely worth a read, and I think most readers will find the ending to be quite satisfying.

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  • Posted January 5, 2012

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    Lost Potential

    I loved the concept of this book. Unfortunately I found the suspense lost in quick, undeveloped chapters. A reviewer mentioned that the female authors finally presented female characters in a fair light. I disagree. The women in the story were intellectually stunted, consistently making irrational choices, crippled with overwhelming emotion. Between the poor pacing and annoying characters I was left disappointed with what could have been an excellent book.

    22 out of 25 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 22, 2011

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    Satisfying Scandinavian Mystery

    Nina Borg's life is a busy one. With two children of her own, her job is to help people; working as a nurse for a secret organization that provides medical care to illegals. When she agrees to meet her longtime friend Karin for lunch, Karin begs her to fetch a package from a public locker at the Copenhagen train station. Unwilling to explain what's in the locker, Karin's parting words send Nina down the rabbit hole.

    Nina discovers a drugged and naked young boy in a suitcase inside of the locker. The boy, Mikas, is unable to speak Danish and when Nina discovers that Karin has been murdered, she doesn't know where to turn or who or what she's running from, trying to stay a step ahead of some very dangerous people searching for Mikas.

    Another woman is equally desperate; Sigita Ramoskiene, a Lithuanian woman, wakes up in a hospital, the victim of an apparent alcohol overdose. She doesn't have any memory of what happened to her and discovers that her young son Mikas is missing. The tension builds as Nina struggles to identify and protect the boy, while miles away Sigita frantically searches for her son . Unknown to each other, both women become deeply immersed in the horror of human trafficking.

    THE BOY IN THE SUITCASE is a taut and satisfying Scandinavian thriller. Lynn Kimmerle

    19 out of 27 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 4, 2011

    page turner!

    Great suspence book...loved it.

    18 out of 28 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 9, 2011

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    Highly Recommended - you must check it out!!

    A very good book!

    10 out of 17 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 7, 2014

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    This novel is yet another entry in the growing catalog of Scandi

    This novel is yet another entry in the growing catalog of Scandinoir coming to these shores, and in many ways fits the general pattern: a socially maladapted protagonist, evil doings involving underage victims, societal rot, Eastern European villains, heat waves. That its central figure isn’t a police detective doesn’t move it very far out of the middle of this stream.

    Nina Borg (that protagonist) is a Danish Red Cross nurse who allows herself to be badgered into retrieving the titular suitcase and discovering the titular boy. The narrative switches between Nina’s efforts to figure out who the boy is and why he’s in Denmark, the Lithuanian mother’s attempts to find her son, the Polish and Lithuanian kidnappers’ attempts to get paid, and the ultimate culprit’s maneuverings to make everything turn out right.

    This multi-viewpoint approach works pretty well and ensures the reader doesn’t spend prolonged periods with any character who bugs him/her. It also helps illuminate the various motives at work and the stakes involved using each character’s take on the problem at hand. The prose is clean for the most part, the dialog convincing, and the short chapters keep a loping pace through the shortish (just over 300 hardcover pages) plot.

    This should’ve worked better for me than it did. What happened? Three big things:

    -- The central crime – the kidnapping of a Lithuanian toddler for delivery to a wealthy Danish family – ought to resonate strongly, since it’s the pivot on which the entire plot turns. It didn’t for me. Perhaps the biggest obstacle is the victim himself. At three years old, Mikas is little more than an object on which forces act, and as such it’s hard to invest in him as anything other than (at best) a generic little boy, or (at worst) an animated Maltese Falcon.

    -- While the interior settings are generally well-limned, the exteriors are mostly blank canvases. I know little more about how the featured parts of Copenhagen and Vilnius look or feel now than I did before. This leaves the story strangely unstuck in place; it could with very little effort be relocated to Veracruz and St. Louis, or Bangkok and Sydney.

    -- Nina follows in the footsteps of Kurt Wallander and Harry Hole: a savant who's barely able to keep herself fed and clothed and is mostly unable to function in adult society. She often doesn’t know what to do with Mikas, but is unwilling to turn him over to people who would know; she’s aware a killer is on her trail, but does little to protect herself or the boy. She plunges heedlessly into this case, shredding what few societal attachments she’s somehow managed to form, spending all her money and lurching from one half-thought-out plan to the next.

    Unfortunately, nearly all the other characters are as damaged and traumatized as Nina. There’s not a single intact marriage, normal childhood or non-derailed life to be found here. Nobody does anything that gives them pleasure. While we expect a certain level of sturm und drang in the new Baltic republics, it’s difficult to credit that the residents of the cleanest, safest, most prosperous societies on the planet are all such miserable wretches.

    This isn’t a bad book, just another entry in a genre I’m increasingly finding off-putting. There's plenty here to like if you’re a fan of Scandinoir. There’s even a sequel. Just don’t read this book if you’re already depressed, because there’s nothing in it that will make you feel any better about yourself or the world.
     

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  • Posted April 3, 2012

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    The Boy in the Suitcase

    The authors met at a Master Class, Ms. Kaaberbol the teacher and Ms. Friis the student, and the relationship developed into the two collaborating on one of many relatively recent Scandinavian novels which have become a sensation in the US and around the world. With good reason.

    As the book opens, a young woman, Karin Kongsted, opens a locker at the Central Station on instructions from her employer, and pulls out the suitcase which had been placed therein. When she opens it she finds inside it a small boy ‘folded like a shirt’ and barely alive. Disbelieving, Karin calls Nina Borg, a friend for many years although they had been estranged for the last several, and pleads with her for help. And while the reader might guess what’s in store, the authors have many surprises in the tale that unfolds from this shocking opening.

    After a disorienting start, in which this reader felt a bit like a pinball pinging from one side to another as the first five chapters introduce three different characters, that feeling fades as each is quite soon tied to the others, though they are at first strangers to one another, and are transported to Poland, Denmark, and Lithuania. We meet Nina Borg, nurse, wife and mother of two, a woman given to frequently checking the time for no apparent reason, who worked in various parts of the world with a network dedicated to saving illegal immigrants from those “who circled like sharks, waiting to exploit the desperation of the refugees and take their chunk of the vulnerable flesh.” Karin calls Nina, a friend for fifteen years although they had been estranged for the last several, and pleads with her to help her, saying “You’re always so keen on saving people, aren’t you? Well, here’s your chance.”

    Ms. Kaaberbol did the imperfect but still very good translation from the Danish. The novel is the first in the award-winning Nina Borg series, and the first to be published in the US. [The authors are presently writing the third book in the series.] It is a dark, but riveting book. I read it over a two-day period, not expecting to finish it on the second day I opened it, then discovering, several hours later, that I had done just that. The novel is highly recommended.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 1, 2012

    I found this book excrutiatingly slow. The first half of the boo

    I found this book excrutiatingly slow. The first half of the book focuses on frantic, emotional, overwhelmed female characters who it seems we are supposed to find somewhat charming and heroic. You are meant to sympathize with these woman in extraoridinary circumstances, but they come across as annoying and unequipped. The storyline is interesting but doesnt move quickly enough to keep you engaged. It took me, an avid reader, several weeks just to get through the first 2/3's of the book because I had no desire to pick it back up. The last portion of the book finally answering many lingering questions and I did enjoy the ending, but the beginning made me want to give up on the story.

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  • Posted March 21, 2012

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    I listened to this story as an audiobook, narrated by Katherine

    I listened to this story as an audiobook, narrated by Katherine Kellgren, so my review is based on that version.

    This was a very interesting tale about two different women and one bad guy. The first woman is Sigita, who is a young Lithuanian mother, separated from her husband, caring for her little three year old boy. One day she wakes up in the hospital with no memory of how she got there. The hospital staff is convinced she is a drunkard who fell down the stairs and broke her arm. Sigita can’t figure out what is going on because she doesn’t drink at all. When she returns home, she finds that her little boy is missing. She asks the neighbor lady where her little boy is and is told that the father has picked him up. Sigita later learns that is not true and then she has to convince the authorities that her little boy is missing.

    The other woman is Nina and she works as a nurse mostly handling illegal immigrant women and children. One day her friend Karin asks her to retrieve a package from a train station locker. Karin seems very upset, so Nina goes to the station to retrieve the package. It turns out to be a suitcase. When she opens it she discovers a little boy. She tries to get a hold of her friend Karin to find out what is going on. She fears the child may be a victim of a child slave ring or a victim of child pedophiles. Afraid that if she turns him over to the authorities he will be returned to the people responsible for putting him in the suitcase, she begins a hunt to track down the boy’s identity and find out if there is something she can do to help him return to a loving family and not the child traffickers.

    Little does Nina know, but the guy who put the boy in the suitcase was expecting a payment that he didn’t receive, so he is on her trail trying to either get the boy back or get his money. He doesn’t care which and is willing to kill to obtain one or the other.

    At first I was hesitant about wanting to listen to this story. I was afraid that there would be descriptions of pedophilia that I am not comfortable with. Although there was mention of pedophilia in the story, there were no descriptions of the deviant act. The story only mentioned that it existed and that there was a danger of it happening. So that was a relief.

    This story happens over in Lithuania and Denmark and I always have to remember that laws and customs are different in foreign countries. Even with the cultural differences, the mystery and suspense in this story was very well told and it was very difficult to figure out what was going to happen at the end. My biggest beef with the story was Nina. She seemed bungle-headed, not quite right in her logic and reasoning, and in need of some serious therapy. She is like that solo piece of white chocolate in the middle of my box of gourmet deluxe dark chocolates. Hey … what that doing in there????

    The Narration Review
    This audiobook was narrated by Katherine Kellgren. Her voice reminds me of a proper English schoolteacher. You could hear the excitement in her voice during the heart pounding suspense going on in this book. Just like the excitement was carrying her away too!

    ** Note **
    I received this audiobook free from AudioGo in exchange for an honest review. I received no chocolate or any other compensation in exchange for my review.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 5, 2013

    Very well written story with good character development. Kept m

    Very well written story with good character development. Kept my interest and was hard to put down. Recommend reading it, you won't be disappointed.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 26, 2012

    Great book, couldn't put it down!

    Great book, couldn't put it down!

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  • Posted November 7, 2012

    There are so many things right about this book that the fact tha

    There are so many things right about this book that the fact that it’s set in Denmark has no negative effect on the story. The short chapters, the cliffhangers, the compelling storyline, the realistic characters; it all shapes the book into a whirlwind of mystery, suspense, and intrigue. You will have mixed emotions about all of the characters, every single one, and that is rare. Nina is both strong and helpless, which is an interesting and frustrating combination. If you enjoy mysteries and thrillers, this is a series for you!

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    I really liked this book. It was hard at first to follow the cha

    I really liked this book. It was hard at first to follow the characters and different story lines, but once I got into it I couldnt put it down! I would definetly recommend this book!

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