Bernard Minier

Alison Anderson

A woman murdered in a church in Norway.A collection of photographs on an oil rig in the North Sea.A young boy in a picturesque Austrian village.The three clues that suggest a serial killer has returned . . . Detective Kirsten Nigaard believes the signs point to none other than Julian Hirtmann, a serial murderer on the run. She turns to Toulouse cop Martin Servaz, who has a painful personal history with Hirtmann. Servaz hunted the elusive killer for many years until the trail went cold. Now they have a chance to bring him to justice at last. But soon the pair find themselves in a terrifying cat-and-mouse chase, not knowing who is chasing whom, and which of them might pay the ultimate price.

Night

The No.1 bestseller in France, NIGHT is the thrilling new novel from award-winner Bernard Minier. The Commandant Servaz series The Frozen Dead is available now on Netflix.'Like Agent Starling in The Silence Of The Lambs . . . Minier's killer is every bit as compelling.'A woman murdered in a church in Norway.A collection of photographs on an oil rig in the North Sea.A young boy in a picturesque Austrian village.The three clues that suggest a serial killer has returned . . . Detective Kirsten Nigaard believes the signs point to none other than Julian Hirtmann, a serial murderer on the run. She turns to Toulouse cop Martin Servaz, who has a painful personal history with Hirtmann. Servaz hunted the elusive killer for many years until the trail went cold. Now they have a chance to bring him to justice at last. But soon the pair find themselves in a terrifying cat-and-mouse chase, not knowing who is chasing whom, and which of them might pay the ultimate price.Praise for Bernard Minier'Over the past few years, France has produced some of Europe's most striking and original crime novelists. Bernard Minier is up there with the best' - The Sunday Times'A super-accelerated version of a Hitchcock thriller, with thrills and shocks on nearly every page . . . Minier reels out lurid, quick and dirty prose, dirty enough to blacken the fingers as we read' - Spectator