The downside of reading a Nesbo is that it means there's one less to look forward to reading. The Devils Star is Harry Hole at his daunting best. What I admire about Nesbo is that he manages to maintain the flavour of the series whilst always striving to expand his technique. There is a scene here, where Harry pushes himself beyond mental and physical limits to try and figure out the killer's code which is superb - a man tripping out, alone in his flat, saying and doing nothing, yet you are completely spellbound.
The mystery is expertly handled, with a convincing red herring and a couple of clever chronology tricks that work especially well. I certainly didn't guess who'd really done it until Nesbo told me. And, as for where the killer hid the body of the missing victim ... noir at its blackest.
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