By Henning Mankell, Dick Hill, Inc. Blackstone Audio
5th within the Kurt Wallander series.In an African convent, 4 nuns and a unidentified 5th girl are brutally murdered--the demise of the unknown girl coated 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 chook 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. the single clues Wallander has to head on are a cranium, a diary, and a photograph of 3 males. What ensues is a case that would try Wallander’s energy and endurance, simply because that allows you to notice the explanation in the back of those murders, he'll additionally have to discover the elusive connection among those deaths and the sooner unsolved homicide in Africa of the 5th girl.
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No-one would throw them onto a rubbish heap. He looked at the books on the shelf. He had been reading poems his whole life, and he had memorised many. He had no illusions; his poems were not the best ever written, but they weren't the worst, either. In each of his volumes, published roughly every five years since the late 1940s, there were stanzas that could stand beside the best. But he had been a car dealer by profession, not a poet. His poems were not reviewed on the cultural pages. He hadn't received any literary awards.
He was going to throw up. He didn't make it to the bathroom. At the same time he realised he had diarrhoea. He didn't know whether it was the pizza or a stomach bug he had brought home from Italy. m. he was so exhausted that he called the police station to report in sick. He got hold of Martinsson. "You heard what happened, I guess," Martinsson said. "All I know is I'm puking and shitting," Wallander replied. "A ferry boat sank last night," Martinsson went on. "Somewhere off the coast of Tallinn.
It was a beautiful September night. Still, something was making him uneasy. He stopped on the path and listened, but all he could hear was the soft sighing of the wind. He kept walking. Could it be the pain that was worrying him, those sudden sharp pains in his back? The worry was prompted by something inside him. He stopped again and turned around. Nothing there. He was alone. The path sloped downwards, leading to a slight rise. Just before the rise there was a broad ditch over which he had placed a bridge.