Currently Reading - The Shadow in the River, Frode Grytten

Bit of a palate cleanser before returning to my current "Dark" theme, first paragraph:

"Last night I'd felt a chill in the air, but today would be another hot one.  I'd opened all the windows, and a little fan was humming away on the desk.  The stink of sweat mingled with the smell of food from the bowling alley in the basement.  The odour of hamburgers and chips came wafting up to my office on the fourth floor.  I thought I'd read in the paper that the place had gone bust last winter, but now the smell of fast food was spreading through the building."