My first taste of au courant Scandinavian crime fiction, from its most popular author. It has all the trademarks of the genre: the serial killer, the cop struggling with personal demons, the mysterious conspiracy, the woman who falls in love with the doomed protagonist, the overly complicated plot mechanics that rely on poor police work. (During a nationwide manhunt, they never consider checking the killer's family home?) As you might expect from the title, it also features unsubtle Christian iconography -- there's even a character named Pontius!
I'm getting tired of the genre.