The Man on the Balcony: A Martin Beck Police Mystery (3) (Martin Beck Police Mysteries)
The chilling third novel in the Martin Beck mystery series by the internationally renowned crime writing duo Maj Sjöwall and Per Wahlöö, finds Martin Beck investigating a string of child murders.In the once peaceful parks of Stockholm, a killer is stalking young girls and disposing their bodies. The city is on edge, and an undercurrent of fear has gripped its residents. Martin Beck, now a superintendent, has two possible witnesses: a silent, stone-cold mugger and a mute three year old boy. With the likelihood of another murder growing as each day passes, the police force work night and day. But their efforts have offered little insight into the methodology of the killer. Then a distant memory resurfaces in Beck's mind, and he may just have the break he needs.
It's the same all the time. If there's a policeman hiding in every bush in Vanadis Park, then it happens in Vasa Park, and if there's a policeman hiding in every bush in both Vanadis Park and Vasa Park, then he pops up in Lill-Jans Wood." 'And if there's a policeman in every bush there too?" "Then the demonstrators break up the US Trade Center and set fire to the American embassy. This is no joking matter," Gunvald Larsson added stiffly. Keeping his eyes fixed on him, Martin Beck said: "I'm not
Gunvald Larsson lived at Bollmora, a suburb far to the south. 'He needs rest," Rönn said. "He's had a tiring day. Nabbing a big gangster like this." 'Shut up," Lundgren said. Rönn sneezed and reached for the phone. Martin Beck went into another room and called up Ham-mar, who said at once: 'Can this Lundgren be considered cleared of suspicion as regards the murder?" 'Rönn questioned his mistress earlier today. She seems able to give him an alibi for the murder in Tanto Park. As for Vanadis
there all alone on the swings. Did you go up to her?" 'No, no…" 'Let him tell us himself, Gunvald," Martin Beck said. "He must have thought a lot about this." Lundgren glanced resignedly at Martin Beck. He looked tired and rather scared. No truculence now. Keep quiet, Gunvald, Martin Beck thought. Gunvald Larsson kept quiet. The mugger sat silent for a minute or two, his head in his hands. Then he said: 'I've thought about this. Every day since then." Silence. 'I've tried to think back.
got into bed. His wife put down her knitting and said: 'That's a nasty bruise on your neck. Has someone hit you?" 'Put your arms around me," he said. 'My tummy's in the way, but… there. Who hit you?" 'A couple of goddam amateurs,'' Kollberg said and fell asleep. Chapter 22 AT BREAKFAST on Sunday morning Martin Beck's wife said: 'How are you doing? Can't you get hold of that creature? Look what happened to Lennart yesterday, it's awful. I don't wonder people are scared, but it's a
thought as he shaved. A quarter of an hour later he was on his way into town on the subway. He opened his morning paper. On the front page was an identikit picture of the girls' murderer, drawn by the police artist from the meager description given by witnesses, chiefly Rolf Evert Lundgren. Nobody was satisfied with it. Least of all the artist and Rolf Evert Lundgren. Martin Beck held the paper away from him and looked at the picture with narrowed eyes. He wondered to what extent it really