If this stinking, awful, relentless heat doesn't stop soon you can expect to see me reading more from cold climes. And something with rain... seeing as we've had bugger all for months now.
From the Blurb:
In a flat near Reykjavik city centre, a young man lies dead in a pool of blood. There is no sign of a break-in: the only clues are a woman's purple shawl, found under the bed in the next room, and a vial of prescription drugs in the victim's pocket.