The Promise - Part 1

By Steffen Jacobsen

THE PROMISE is an intense, fast-paced and gripping Scandinavian thriller told in four parts.In Herstedvester Prison sits a frustrated and restless Nina with her young protégée, Gabriela. They're both on the run from an ominous dark past that's constantly on their heels. When Nina is released on parole, she has difficulty enjoying her newfound freedom. Firstly, because she has to leave the defenseless Gabriela in prison, and secondly, because Nina's new legal guardian definitely isn't to her liking ...-

• Language: English
• Publisher: SAGA Egmont
• Release date: Oct 5, 2020
• ISBN: 9788726636741

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Steffen Jacobsen

The Promise

Part 1

SAGA Egmont

The Promise - Part 1

Sinéad Quirke Køngerskov

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ISBN: 9788726636741

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I

Herstedvester Prison, mixed custody level

It was ten o’clock at night. The cells would be locked in an hour. A fluorescent tube on the gym’s ceiling flickered; the golden letters on the black leather of the sandbag had worn off, and the inside protruded between the cracks and gaps from the generations of makeshift repairs, like the sack was a hatching pupa. Nina didn’t care what state things were in. The prison gym was her refuge, a vacant zone late at night while her fellow prisoners watched television or were on Facebook; where she could do her sit-ups and push-ups in peace, skip until she tasted blood. Reflect and think, despite there not being much to think about right now—in a prison.

The sandbag rocked back after a combination of even, hard punches, and Nina let loose all her pent-up frustration, restlessness—and anxiety—on the innocent sandbag. She sidestepped and delayed the sack’s lazy swing with a score of quick, stinging jabs. Finally, it hung still and defeated, and Nina leaned forward, supporting the training gloves on her knees as she gasped for breath. After a few minutes, she wiped the sweat from her brow and straightened up. She wasn’t worn out yet and looked around for other options for combat training.

There was a boxing ring of official dimensions in the middle of the gym. The ring’s canvas floor had strange stains in every shade ranging from pale yellow to dark brown. She straightened up completely, absently considering the boxing ring’s frayed rope and crooked posts. The fluorescent bulb on the ceiling cracked and died. The brown panels, lime-green walls and linoleum floor were impregnated with stale sweat—a stench that would disappear the day someone demolished the building and