Things are happening to Richard’s friends, weird creepy disappearances and the cops believe he killed these kids.

The atmosphere is great and I really enjoyed the sense of dread Nesbø built up. However, it lost me a little when Richard went to the institution. I had high hopes at the beginning and it just kept getting worse and worse.

The second part became unhinged and was like a fever dream and felt like a completely different story and the third part - what was that?

I really wanted to like this but I just didn’t. It may be for someone, but it’s not for me.