Somehow, Bente Hansen suddenly became the main suspect — and I actually went back a few chapters to see if I’d missed something. But no, there were no hints or build-up, not in this book or any of the previous ones. It felt abrupt, almost random. I even suspected Marcus Jacobson before Carl suddenly decided, “It’s Bente.” Then there are the loose ends — Wayne? Femke? They simply disappear, leaving too many unanswered questions with the potential to revive them in future stories. It’s such a pity, because I’ve loved the overarching storyline since Book 1, and the potential here felt unfulfilled. That said, I’m too invested to quit now. I’ll definitely be picking up Book 11 next year — but for now, I think I need something completely different to read.