Originally published September, 2008
It
happened every year, was almost a ritual. And this was his
eighty-second birthday. When, as usual, the flower was delivered, he
took off the wrapping paper and then picked up the telephone to call
Detective Superintendent Morell who, when he retired, had moved to Lake
Siljan in Dlarna. They were not only the same age, they had been born
on the same day-which was something of an irony under the
circumstances. The old policeman was sitting with his coffee, waiting,
expecting the call.
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