Books like Las huellas imborrables by Camilla Läckberg

Rachel, a daily commuter, watches a seemingly perfect couple from her 8:04 a.m. train every day. One morning she notices something unanticipated, and her world begins to shift as she questions the reality of what she sees.

Inspector Amaia Salazar regresa en una novela negra que destaca su contraste entre fortaleza y fragilidad, con más emoción, tensión y revelaciones que la trama anterior.

Erica, a writer returning to her hometown, investigates the shocking death of her childhood friend Alex. The case uncovers hidden secrets and a suspect twisted by love and art.

La joven pareja formada por la escritora Erica y el detective Patrik disfrutan de unas merecidas vacaciones en la pequeña población costera de Fjällbacka. Erica está embarazada de ocho meses y el calor sofocante del verano vuelve especialmente difícil este último mes de gestación. La última cosa que necesita la joven pareja es un nuevo caso de asesinatos, pero el malhumorado comisario Mellberg le comunica a Patrik que un niño ha encontrado casualmente el cadáver de una mujer. No obstante, lo más extraño es que junto al cadáver han aparecido los restos de dos mujeres desaparecidas años atrás. En aquel lejano caso, el acusado de la desaparición de estas dos mujeres había sido denunciado por su propio hermano. Ahora será necesario hurgar en el turbio pasado de estos dos hermanos unidos por el odio.

A tense crime saga set in Sweden that follows a police procedural investigation, blending mystery, detective work and gritty realism.

SYPNOPSIS Francisco Burdett O’Connor, a General from the Bolivian Army Division, Peruvian Brigade also the Colombian Army Colonel of the Liberator’s Order of Venezuela, Cundinamarca and Peru, is on his deathbed. His whole life he has been known as Colonel O’Connor, a hero, combatant, enemy and liberator. Now, intimately recounting his conquests in the Latin American fight for independence from the Spanish Empire, he is confronted with himself as an old man and father. It takes him back to the freedom and simplicity of being a child growing up in Ireland, and being known simply as Francisco. It faces him with the contrast of his time as a happy child, to his life fighting for freedom as a liberator. And reminds him of losing his mother and the guilt and pain that drove him to leave Ireland and head into the unknown, to leave his life as Francisco and become O’Connor. He recounts aloud to his son he believes is by his side in his dying hours. He speaks of the joys and heartbreaks, aesthetics and ceremony and harmony and rhythm of fighting a war. He also speaks of pity and human pain, of repugnance and inhumanity and the loss of ethics and decency.