By Henning Mankell
7th within the Kurt Wallander series.A physique is located at an ATM the obvious sufferer of center assault. Then teenage ladies are arrested for the brutal homicide of a cab motive force. the women confess to the crime exhibiting no regret whatever. open and close circumstances. in the beginning those incidents appear to have not anything in universal, yet as Wallander delves deeper into the secret of why the women murdered the cab motive force he starts off to resolve a plot even more concerned advanced than he firstly suspected. the 2 instances develop into one and result in conspiracy that stretches to surround an international better than the borders of Sweden.
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Finally he put on his trainers and headed out. m. when he returned. The walk had cleared his mind and his spirits had lifted. The phone rang and Wallander thought it must be Linda. But it was Martinsson. "Lundberg has died. " Wallander said nothing. " "I know," Wallander said. " They agreed to meet at eight the next morning. There was nothing more to say. Wallander stayed in front of the television and watched a news programme, his mind elsewhere. The dollar had gained more ground against the krona.
One of the victims had been the boy's own father. Wallander flinched at one of the last, most disturbing images: the boy kneeling by his sister's dead body, weeping. He didn't know what had happened afterwards, except that the boy had been sent to a secure psychiatric ward rather than prison. Now Anette, his mother, had called to say the boy was dead. He had thrown himself out of a window. Wallander had expressed his condolences and they had been genuine, though perhaps what he felt was a sense of hopelessness and despair rather than grief.
There was no-one there, as he had expected. He walked down to the left, as he usually did, crossing the main road to Malmö, heading towards the department stores and the red-brick building that housed the Tax Authorities. He increased his pace until he found his normal, smooth late-night rhythm. He walked more quickly in the daytime to get his heart rate up, but the late-night walks had a different purpose. This was when he tried to empty his mind, preparing for sleep and the day to come. Outside one of the department stores he passed a woman with an Alsatian.