Bøger af Agnar Bjarkhamar

Privatdetektiv Hanson var meget brugt af politiet, i vanskelige sager. Han var en af de bedste i branchen.Da han altid har lidt mere, end politiet selv kan finde, kan han komme til at skade nogen, som ikke synes alt for godt om det.Derfor bliver han kidnappet.Og kidnapperen er ikke en mild person. Han er ikke bange for, at tage hårde midler i brug, for at få det, han vil have.Dette sætter politiet på en hård prøve. Hanson skal bruges til en sag, men han skal findes først. Hanson sidder nemlig gemt væk i en kælder et sted.Der er en overraskende vending, da man tror, at man endelig ved, hvem kidnapperen er. Det skal vise sig, at være en helt anden, end mistanken oprindelig var sat på.

"Why Jorgenson? Why not Jacobs, Bernie or one of the other guys. Why Jorgenson? "Hackers voice was quivering in rage. "If it was one of the others who had rejected me, I would probably have said that it was one of them, right?" Hanson had turned towards Hacker again. "I know damn well how you feel about Jorgenson. But it just made sense now. I would also like to avoid the thought, since I too like the kid." The silence settled over the room for a moment. Both were sitting, deep buried in their thought. Neither one would be the first one to say anything more. They just let their thoughts hover. Hanson thought much about whether Jorgenson paid someone to do it or whether he did it himself. Could he really do all this by himself? He's such a good kid. It didn’t make any sense. Maybe Jorgenson just forgot to inform Hacker about what Hanson had been showing him. And as he himself thought, that there was no need. On the other hand nothing made sense, when you thought about it. Hacker had always had an interest in what Hanson had come with. Hanson had also had a busy period at the time, so he had not thought about it as such. But now it all suddenly made sense.

Han havde været i byen, hvor han var blevet godt fuld. Han kunne i første omgang ikke huske meget fra natten, men hende han vågnede op med, var han ikke ked af at lære at kende. Hun var et vilddyr i sengen...

Julen var aldrig den samme for gamle Else, efter hun havde mistet både mand og sønner, for år tilbage. Dog skulle en hændelse, denne jul være med til, at Else genfandt julen.