"The police found another one," she whispered, leaning in. "Circular Quay. Same marks on the neck. They're calling him the 'Bat' now."
"Another one, mate?" the bartender asked, wiping a glass with a rag that hadn't seen soap in a week. Harry shook his head. "I'm meeting someone." El Murcielago (Harry Hole 1) Jo Nesbo epub
Harry sat at the far end of the bar, his long legs cramped under the stool. He was a tall, jagged silhouette against the mirror, his eyes scanning the room with the restless precision of a man who looked for trouble because he didn’t know how to look for anything else. In front of him sat a glass of tomato juice, an ascetic’s penance in a cathedral of vice. "The police found another one," she whispered, leaning in
"The girl?" The bartender gestured vaguely toward the back booths. "She's been waiting. Doesn't look like she belongs here. Too much light in her eyes." They're calling him the 'Bat' now
"You're late, Harry," she said, her voice a soft contrast to the abrasive roar of the pub.
