Sheldon Horowitz is a grumpy 82 year old ex-marine, haunted by his past, who moves from New York to Oslo to live with his granddaughter. When he rescues a young Balkan boy from a murder scene, they go on the run from the killer. Take a Scandi-noir chase novel, add in crisp deadpan humour, nostalgia, grief, dementia and a touch of Huckleberry Finn. Out comes a compelling, multilayered, rich and haunting thriller about age, regret and survival.
'You should have checked the closet,' he says to her in English. 'You check the shower but not the closet. Who would stand in a shower? Everyone gets killed in a shower. Don’t you go to the movies? Psycho. Dead in shower. The Mexican in No Country for Old Men. Dead in shower. Michelle Pfeiffer in What Lies Beneath. Almost dead in shower, or in the bath, anyway. But she did that thing with her toe and got out OK. Still the shower though.'
He looks at his feet. Then he says, 'Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction. Dead in shower. John Travolta in Pulp Fiction. Very dead in shower. But never closets. I can’t think of anyone shot in a closet. This is why I hide in closets.