![]() In the world he lived in, everybody thought only about number one. Nor would he be able to count on an ounce of help from Weber. If he got caught, he wouldn't be able to talk his way out of a long prison sentence. Each time, he took 20 or 30 computers, about 100 mobile phones and just as many car stereos -goods worth millions of kronor. After all, the stuff" he took to the East Germans was worth a lot. Weber had never cheated him, but he'd made up his mind once and for all that he was not be trusted. The lorry was an ancient, rebuilt Russian military vehicle, and the man had often been astonished that it was still running. Weber had insisted that the delay was due to his lorry breaking down, and that could well have been true. He'd been forced to wait in the dilapidated little harbour to the west of Hiddensee for over five hours before the lorry appeared, rattling through the darkness to collect the goods. He took a sip of the lukewarm coffee, and thought again of what had happened the night before. If we have to heave to, he can take over the watch while I get a few hours' rest. Might as well let him sleep on, he thought. He could see one of Jakobson's feet on the narrow bunk down there, his big toe sticking out through a hole in his sock. The heat in the wheelhouse was making him sweat, and the smell of diesel oil was getting up his nose. He lit a cigarette and poured coffee into the mug in the special holder next to the compass. The snow was falling more heavily and the wind was veering towards the south-west. Indeed, this upheaval might even create new opportunities. Nothing would change in the foreseeable future. Would the enormous changes mean the carpet would be pulled from under his feet? His East German partners had reassured him. At first, when the Berlin Wall came down, he had felt uneasy. Now there was just Germany, and nobody really knew what was going to happen when the two formerly separate peoples tried to work together. History had tidied up its old borders overnight. ![]() He found it hard to grasp that there was no longer a country called East Germany, that a whole nation state had ceased to exist. I should have got one of those new American models, but I was too mean. My old Decca can't be relied on any more. I should have done what I'd meant to do last autumn, and bought a new radar. As it was, there were still 7 nautical miles to go and if the snow started coming down heavily, he'd be forced to heave to and wait until visibility improved. ![]() If he hadn't been held up at Hiddensee the night before, he'd have been within sight of Ystad by now and could have changed course a few degrees eastwards. He'd heard the forecast, but hoped they might make the Swedish coast before the storm hit. ![]() The man in the wheelhouse of the fishing boat cursed. Winner of the Sweden’s Best Mystery Award and the first installment in the series that inspired the PBS program Wallander starring Kenneth Branagh, Faceless Killers is a razor-sharp, stylishly dark police procedural with searing social commentary that reaches beyond its genre to produce “a superior novel-and a harbinger of great things to come” ( Booklist).Здесь есть возможность читать онлайн «Henning Mankell: The Dogs of Riga» весь текст электронной книги совершенно бесплатно (целиком полную версию). Tenacious and levelheaded in his sleuthing, he and his colleagues must contend with a wave of violent xenophobia as they search for the killers. His family is falling apart, he’s gaining weight, and he drinks too much and sleeps too little. In charge of the investigation is Inspector Kurt Wallander, a local detective whose personal life is in a shambles. The only clue is the single word she utters before she dies: “foreign.” ![]() A #1 international bestseller: This “exquisite novel of mesmerizing depth” launched the acclaimed Wallander Mysteries and BBC series starring Kenneth Branagh ( Los Angeles Times).Įarly one morning, a small-town farmer discovers that his neighbors have been victims of a brutal attack during the night: An old man has been bludgeoned to death, and his tortured wife lies dying before the farmer’s eyes. ![]()
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