An excellent polar by Icelander Arnaldur Indridason, set in Reykjavik.
Erlandur is a fine investigator with an incompetent, hostile boss and two doltish assistants who don't like him, don't believe in him, and only grudgingly just manage not to fatally undermine his efforts.
And then there is the drug-addled slut daughter, the ex-wife, and the loser son, all of whom blame him entirely for their own stupid wretchedness.
But done well, so it's not ludicrous and camp.
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