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I can't deal with angry people until after I've had my morning coffee.
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wallander
henning-mankell
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"Martinsson fired. Wallander watched Lucia fly back and put his hand up to his shoulder. The gun fell from his hand and landed outside the counter. With a bellow Martinsson yanked himself free of the guy ropes and launched himself at the counter, straight at the wounded man. The counter collapsed, and Martinsson landed in a jumble of leather jackets. Wallander lunged forwards and grabbed the gun from mud. He saw Skinhead dash past him into crowd. No-one seemed to have noticed the shots. The traders in the surrounding stalls had watched in amazement as Martinsson made his ferocious tiger pounce. "Get after him," Martinsson shouted from the heap of leather jackets. "I'll take care of this bastard."
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wallander
henning-mankell
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"Martinsson had sifted through the tip-offs. Everything that the police learnt was fed into a computer. Then he did a rough sort. The most ridiculous ones never got beyond the print-outs. "Hulda Yngveson phoned from Vallby and said that is was the disapproving hand of God that dealt the blow," said Martinsson. "She always calls," sighed Rydberg. "If a calf runs off, it's because God is displeased." "I put her on the C.F. list," said Martinsson. The sullen atmosphere was broken by a little amusement when Martinsson explained that C.F. stood for "crazy fools"."
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magnus-martinsson
wallander
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The wife of the dead man had thrown herself down in the mud, and her wails were so piercing that several of the policemen couldn't tolerate the sound and had moved away. To his surprise, Wallander saw that the only one who was able to handle the grieving woman and the anguished children was Martinsson. The youngest policeman on the force, who so far in his career had never even been forced to notify someone of a relative's death. He had held the woman, kneeling in the mud, and in some way the two were able to understand each other across the language barrier.
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wallander
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"Could you hold Martinsson's flashlight for a moment?" Wallander said to Hansson. "Why?" "Just do it, please." Martinsson handed Hansson his flashlight. Wallander took a step forward and hit Martinsson in the face. However, since it was hard to judge the distance between them in the shifting beams of the flashlights, the blow didn't land squarely on the jaw as intended. It was more of a gentle nudge. "What the hell are you doing?" "What the hell are you doing?" Wallander yelled back. Then he threw himself on Martinsson and they fell into the mud. Hansson tried to grab them as they fell, but slipped."
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Martinsson was at the other side of the table, watching him. 'He knows exactly what's going on inside my head at the moment,' Wallander thought, 'and he agrees with me, whether I speak up now or hold my tongue.
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In many ways Martinsson was the opposite of Svedberg: he was coming up to 30, born in Trollhattan, and had set his sights early on a police career. As a police officer, Martinsson was impulsive and sometime careless, but he often had good ideas and his ambition meant that he worked tirelessly when he though he could see a solution to a problem.
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