A collision between two vehicles is basic physics.
The first thing I noticed was that the protagonist of this story isn’t really the good guy. And the police only gets involved near the end of the book. This makes Headhunters more of a cat and mouse game, in which it’s unclear who’s cat and who’s mouse. It also made me swap sympathies several times (although sympathies is maybe put down too strongly. Sometimes I simply disliked one of the characters less than the other).
Roger Brown is a headhunter and part time art thief. He thinks he hit the jack pot in both categories when he meets Clas Grave. But the man turns out to be a booby trapped gift and suddenly Roger needs to fight for his life. Some methods he uses for that are quite creative and out there, but he showed he’s a smart shark before, so all right, I won’t wonder how much a human body and mind can take.
There are several twists in a not so large story (265 pages) that keeps the tempo up. They are smartly done but near the end they follow each other very fast and it just turns into a blur. Everyone outsmarted each other, hurray.
My mother told me I started with the wrong Jo Nesbo. Sir, we will meet again.
Headhunters, Jo Nesbo, Harvill Secker 2011