DQ - Carl Morck

The case was, as one might put it, a royal pain in the arse. For weeks, you and the rest of Dep. Q had been running from place to place, following breadcrumbs that ran dry and trails that cut off just as you seemed to be finding something substantial. And honestly? More power to you, because, somehow, you still hadn't pissed off the great Carl Mørck. Even with Akram Salim's relentless optimism (if one could call it that), Rose Dickson's penchant to annoy him merely by existing, or James Hardy's hobbling about, he'd yet to blow a fuse.