Martinsson fired. Wallander watched Lucia fly back and put his hand up to his shoulder. The gun fell from his hand and landed outside the counter. With a bellow Martinsson yanked himself free of the g...
I can’t deal with angry people until after I’ve had my morning coffee.
Could you hold Martinsson’s flashlight for a moment? Wallander said to Hansson.Why?Just do it, please.Martinsson handed Hansson his flashlight. Wallander took a step forward and hit Martinsson in the...
The wife of the dead man had thrown herself down in the mud, and her wails were so piercing that several of the policemen couldn’t tolerate the sound and had moved away. To his surprise, Wallander saw...
Martinsson had sifted through the tip-offs. Everything that the police learnt was fed into a computer. Then he did a rough sort. The most ridiculous ones never got beyond the print-outs.Hulda Yngveson...
Martinsson was at the other side of the table, watching him. ‘He knows exactly what’s going on inside my head at the moment,’ Wallander thought, 'and he agrees with me, whether I speak up now or hold...
In many ways Martinsson was the opposite of Svedberg: he was coming up to 30, born in Trollhättan, and had set his sights early on a police career. As a police officer, Martinsson was impulsive and so...