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Summertime Death

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by Mons Kallentoft


  Malin and Janne sitting on either side of Tove.

  She’s breathing, looking at them with conscious eyes.

  They’re holding each other, holding Tove, in a soft embrace that all three of them promise themselves will never end, the blood moving beneath them, holding them together, forcing violence back, deep into the holes it emerged from.

  Zeke has opened the blinds.

  The final room is bathed in light.

  Someone listening carefully can hear the song of the summer angels; a wordless song, an ancient murmur about unity and love and belonging, a song people have long forgotten, and therefore never expect to hear again.

  But the song exists within the three people on the floor of the room.

  The three people hugging each other.

  Epilogue

  On the outskirts of Linköping, Monday, 16 August

  We are together up here, down here, everywhere, in all the spaces that are ours.

  It’s good enough.

  We are the eternally young girls, Linköping’s summer angels, and have forgotten the terror.

  Our mums and dads are still sad, and not even time can offer any balm for their grief.

  But they know what happened.

  You know what happened now, Dad. And there is no blame.

  And that will have to do.

  We, we have each other.

  We share everything.

  Just the way it was planned.

  We can be together now, Elisabeth.

  And we can see him, how he suffers, suffers and suffers, where he is now.

  Can we help him?

  No.

  Instead we drift along the banks of the canal, pretending to feel the wind in our hair, pretending to bathe, pretending and playing, and we are sisters, you and I.

  And we always shall be.

  Malin is lying in a hammock at the back of Janne’s house, watching him and Tove rake leaves that have fallen far too early. The scaffolding around the house is gone.

  It’s a nice day, perhaps twenty degrees in the shade, the light mild, and up in the forests the fires are finally under control.

  Karin Johannison has compared DNA samples from everyone involved in the case to those of Maria Murvall’s attacker, but there were no matches.

  The same evil, but a different incarnation.

  Why did it happen now? Why did Vera Folkman cross the line this hot summer?

  Malin hasn’t found an answer to those questions. Lying awake at night she has thought: history contracted, volcanic ground fractured, and out flooded a concentrate of evil, tired of being held fettered and silent in a hidden darkness.

  She called Josefin Davidsson. Josefin said she felt calmer after the hypnosis. They still don’t know who called in about her, no one ever came forward.

  Malin bumped into Slavenca Visnic in the city. She said that she’d sold the kiosks and was going to move back to Sarajevo.

  ‘The time has come,’ she said.

  Malin’s flat by St Lars’ Church has been rented out to a student for the autumn and winter. Tove and Malin’s things are still in boxes in the living room of Janne’s house.

  Tove and Janne are moving through the garden, across grass that heavy rain has made green with life.

  Flowers in a myriad colours have ventured forth, trusting that the heat has gone. Their petals are blowing in a gentle wind, confirming that this present is all that really exists.

  Tove and Janne.

  You’re my people, Malin thinks.

  We’re each other’s people.

  We belong together.

  And that’s a gift that we’ll have to learn to live with.

  Have you read

  MIDWINTER SACRIFICE

  Malin Fors’ first case?

  Early one morning in the coldest winter in Swedish memory, police detective Malin Fors is called away from the warm flat she shares with her teenage daughter. The naked body of a man has been found hanging from a tree on the deserted, frozen plain outside the small university town of Linköping.

  From the outset Malin is confronted with a host of unanswered questions: Who is the dead man? How did he end up in a tree? And where did the strange wounds on his body come from?

  Malin and her team must search for the truth in a community that seems determined to keep its secrets, and follow in the frigid wake of a killer to the darkest corners of the human heart.

  Out now in paperback and as an eBook

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  About the Author

  Mons Kallentoft grew up in the provincial town of Linköping, Sweden, where the Malin Fors series is set. The series is a massive European bestseller and has been translated into over twenty languages. Before becoming a novelist, Mons worked in journalism; he is also a renowned food critic. His debut novel, Pesetas, was awarded the Swedish equivalent of the COSTA First Novel Award.

  Mons has been married to Karolina for over twenty years, and they live in Stockholm with their daughter and son.

  Table of Contents

  Also by Mons Kallentoft

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Part One: Love Reborn

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Part Two: In the Eyes of Summer Angels

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Part Three: You Need to Come, Before Now Stops

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  Chapter 57

  Chapter 58

  Chapter 59

  Chapter 60

  Chapter 61

  Chapter 62

  Chapter 63

  Chapter 64

  Chapter 65

  Chapter 66

  Chapter 67

  Chapter 68

  Chapter 69

  Epilogue

  Advert for Midwinter Sacrifice

  About the Author

 

 

 


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