“He walked out and closed the door. Linda had the feeling that she was imprisoned, not with a lock and key, but… — Henning Mankell Copy Share Image
“The wife of the dead man had thrown herself down in the mud, and her wails were so piercing that several of… — Henning Mankell Copy Share Image
“Martinsson had sifted through the tip-offs. Everything that the police learnt was fed into a computer. Then he did a rough sort.… — Henning Mankell Copy Share Image
“In many ways Martinsson was the opposite of Svedberg: he was coming up to 30, born in Trollhättan, and had set his… — Henning Mankell Copy Share Image
“I can’t deal with angry people until after I’ve had my morning coffee.” — Henning Mankell Copy Share Image
“Martinsson was at the other side of the table, watching him. ‘He knows exactly what’s going on inside my head at the… — Henning Mankell Copy Share Image
“Could you hold Martinsson’s flashlight for a moment?” Wallander said to Hansson. “Why?” “Just do it, please.” Martinsson handed Hansson his flashlight.… — Henning Mankell Copy Share Image
“Martinsson fired. Wallander watched Lucia fly back and put his hand up to his shoulder. The gun fell from his hand and… — Henning Mankell Copy Share Image
“It was a feeling which stayed with him after he got back home to his terrace house on the Kristianstad road. When… — Henning Mankell Copy Share Image
