The Promise - Part 2

By Steffen Jacobsen

THE PROMISE is an intense, fast-paced and gripping Scandinavian thriller told in four parts.Nina has moved into her rich sister's splendid villa and is adapting to life outside of prison. She passes the time by getting involved in her 18-year-old niece's boyfriend problems and exercising obsessively. She senses that the wrong people are on her tail and that it's best to be prepared ...-

• Language: English
• Publisher: SAGA Egmont
• Release date: Oct 5, 2020
• ISBN: 9788726636758

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Steffen Jacobsen

The Promise

Part 2

SAGA Egmont

The Promise - Part 2

Sinéad Quirke Køngerskov

Løftet - Del 2

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II

Behind the sunglasses, Nina’s eyes narrowed as she stared toward Kongens Nytorv. She zoomed in on a man who hurriedly crossed the street about a hundred yards away. Nina swore silently, retreating around the corner and out of sight.

Gray ponytail, well-fitting suit, shiny boots, white open-necked shirt. Her breathing grew faster as memories evoked pain in different regions of her body. Forgotten places drew attention to themselves. Nina’s abdomen, in particular. She gasped, almost sinking to her knees. Carlo’s favorite hangman. He was known as Lazarus within the organization, and Nina had never really understood why. The name was whispered among the girls. The name made the youngest of them whimper and squeak like kittens. Nina had tried to find out from Carlo who Lazarus was and where he came from a few times—in the few moments when Carlo was drained, sated and intoxicated enough or high on the finest coke or heroin the market could procure. Those moments when their time together resembled something that might well be called normal—but each time Carlo’s face had closed like a fist and he’d either stared up at the ceiling above their bed or straight through her.

And he never had answered.

A couple of the older traffickers, whose hatred and lust had almost burned out, had smiled at the questions while she had their stiff cocks in her mouth and they’d stroked her blonde hair almost lovingly.

- Lazarus … I don’t know; some say he was shot in the head and lay unconscious in a field in Tuscany for three days, but was then resurrected from the dead. Like Lazarus.

Then they had leaned back, closed their eyes and told her—with