Gearing up for writing The Dacha Murders and starting to read thrillers, and this one was one of those slow-cooking ones that steadily, imperceptibly, and unerringly tightens its pace, until your heart is racing and you're not reading, you're swallowing pages. I usually don't like police procedural thrillers, but this one grabbed me. How did it do it? A body is found. And then nothing happens. And more nothing happens. And even more nothing happens. And yet I was glued to it. Will have to reread and study. I think it rode on the character of the detective, as a portrayal of a real man, not an idealized hero, and the very small clues that steadily built a big picture. Also, nothing was really hidden and all clues were always in sight. But time itself was a character, an antagonist. Which it often is in real life crime investigations. I've never seen or read anything like it. Truly remarkable.