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First within the Kurt Wallander sequence. It used to be a senselessly violent crime: on a chilly evening in a distant Swedish farmhouse an aged farmer is bludgeoned to dying, and his spouse is left to die with a noose round her neck. And as though this didn’t current adequate difficulties for the Ystad police Inspector Kurt Wallander, the demise woman’s final note is overseas, leaving the police the only tangible clue they have–and within the strategy, the fit which could inflame Sweden’s already smoldering anti-immigrant sentiments.
5th within the Kurt Wallander sequence. In an African convent, 4 nuns and a unidentified 5th lady are brutally murdered--the dying of the unknown lady lined up by way of the neighborhood police. A 12 months later in Sweden, Inspector Kurt Wallander is baffled and appalled through murders. Holger Eriksson, a retired automobile broker and chicken watcher, is impaled on sharpened bamboo poles in a ditch in the back of his secluded domestic, and the physique of a lacking florist is discovered--strangled and tied to a tree.
Whilst Kurt Wallander first seemed in "Faceless Killers" again in 1990, he used to be a senior police officer, simply grew to become 40, along with his lifestyles in a multitude. His spouse had left him, his father slightly stated him; he ate badly and drank by myself at evening. "The Pyramid" chronicles the occasions that led him to one of these position.
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The cars coming towards him made no noise. He had the window down, letting in some air and a cold glow. There was no light at the end of the tunnel, only darkness. It was like driving through hell, tunnel after tunnel. He was familiar with them all. He would drive round and round the city through the tunnels. Is there a name for this? he wondered. A term? Music on the radio. Or had he put a CD in? He couldn't remember. A beautiful voice he liked to listen to when he was driving under the ground.
Halders rubbed the back of his neck. It wasn't all that long since he himself had received a savage blow that had smashed a bone and para-lysed him temporarily, but he'd managed to get the use of his limbs back. For what that was worth, he'd thought a long time afterwards. He'd always been clumsy. Now it was taking him time to get back to his former level of clumsiness. To get back to his old life. His former wife had been killed by a hit-and-run driver. A nasty word. Former. Lots of things had been different formerly.
The radio was mumbling away on the work surface. It was almost night. 'They seem to be in a bit of a mess at the day nursery,' he said. ' 'Oh, I don't know. ' 'Well, this morning, I suppose, when I took Elsa there. ' 'If it is, doesn't that make it all the more important? All the more serious? ' 'Shortcomings in the security? ' 'Bush? He can look after himself. ' 'And what I mean is that you can't risk a child wandering off. ' 'But Erik, that's why the fence is there. So that the children can't get out.