Faceless Killers (Kurt Wallander Series #1)

Faceless Killers (Kurt Wallander Series #1)


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ISBN-13: 9781565843417
Publisher: New Press, The
Publication date: 03/28/1997
Series: Kurt Wallander Series , #1
Pages: 288
Product dimensions: 6.48(w) x 9.52(h) x 1.09(d)

About the Author

Henning Mankell is the internatinally acclaimed, bestselling author of the Kurt Wallander novels.  Mankell's novels have been translated into forty-five languages and have sold more than forty million copies worldwide. He was the first winner of the Ripper Award and also received the Glass Key and the Crime Writers’ Association Golden Dagger, among other awards. His Kurt Wallander mysteries have been adapted into a PBS television series starring Kenneth Branagh. During his life, Mankell divided his time between Sweden and Mozambique, where he was artistic director of the Teatro Avenida in Maputo. He died in 2015.


Mozambique, Africa

Date of Birth:

February 3, 1948

Place of Birth:

Stockholm, Sweden


Folkskolan Elementary Shool, Sveg; Högre Allmäna Läroverket, Borås

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Chapter 1

He has forgotten something, he knows that for sure when he wakes up. Something he dreamt during the night. Something he ought to remember. He tries to remember. But sleep is like a black hole. A well that reveals nothing of its contents.

At least I didn’t dream about the bulls, he thinks. Then I would have been hot and sweaty, as if I had suffered through a fever during the night. This time the bulls left me in peace.

He lies still in the darkness and listens. His wife’s breathing at his side is so faint that he can scarcely hear it. One of these mornings she’ll be lying dead beside me and I won’t even notice, he thinks. Or maybe it’ll be me. Daybreak will reveal that one of us has been left all alone. He checks the clock on the table next to the bed. The hands glow and register 4:45 a.m.

Why did I wake up? he asks himself. Usually I sleep till 5:30. I’ve done that for more than forty years. Why did I wake now? He listens to the darkness and suddenly he is wide-awake. Something is different. Something has changed. He stretches out one hand tentatively until he touches his wife’s face. With his fingertips he can feel that she’s warm. So she’s not dead. Neither of them has been left alone yet. He listens intently to the darkness.

The horse, he thinks. She’s not neighing. That’s why I woke up. Normally the mare whinnies at night. I hear it without waking up, and in my subconscious I know that I can keep on sleeping. Carefully he gets up from the creaky bed. For forty years they’ve owned it. It was the only piece of furniture they bought when they got married. It’s also the only bed they’ll ever have. He can feel his left knee aching as he crosses the wooden floor to the window.

I’m old, he thinks. Old and worn out. Every morning when I wake up I’m surprised all over again that I’m seventy years old. He looks out into the winter night. It’s January 7, 1990, and no snow has fallen in Skåne this winter. The lamp outside the kitchen door casts its glow across the yard, the bare chestnut tree, and the fields beyond. He squints towards the neighbouring farm where the Lövgrens live. The long, low, white house is dark. The stable in the corner against the farmhouse has a pale yellow lamp above its black door. That’s where the mare stands in her stall, and that’s where she whinnies uneasily at night when something disturbs her. He listens to the darkness. The bed creaks behind him.

“What are you doing?” mutters his wife.

“Go back to sleep,” he replies. “I’m just stretching my legs.”

“Is your knee hurting again?”


“Then come back to bed. Don’t stand there freezing, you’ll catch cold.”

He hears her turn over onto her side. Once we loved each other, he thinks. But he shields himself from his own thought. That’s too noble a word. Love. It’s not for the likes of us. Someone who has been a farmer for more than forty years, who has worked every day bowed over the heavy Scanian clay, does not use the word “love” when he talks about his wife. In our lives, love has always been something totally different.

He looks at the neighbour’s house, peering, trying to penetrate the darkness of the winter night. Whinny, he thinks. Whinny in your stall so I know that everything’s all right. So I can lie down under the quilt for a little while longer. A retired, crippled farmer’s day is long and dreary enough as it is.

He realises that he’s looking at the kitchen window of the neighbour’s house. All these years he has cast an occasional glance at his neighbour’s window. Now something looks different. Or is it just the darkness that’s confusing him? He blinks and counts to twenty to rest his eyes. Then he looks at the window again, and now he’s sure that it’s open. A window that has always been closed at night is open. And the mare hasn’t whinnied at all.

The mare hasn’t whinnied because Lövgren hasn’t taken his usual nightly walk to the stable when his prostate acts up and drives him out of his warm bed.

I’m just imagining things, he says to himself. My eyes are cloudy. Everything is as it always is. After all, what could happen here? In the village of Lunnarp, just north of Kade Lake, on the way to beautiful Krageholm Lake, right in the heart of Skåne? Nothing ever happens here. Time stands still in this village where life flows along like a creek without vigour or intent. The only people who live here are a few old farmers who have sold or leased out their land to someone else. We live here and wait for the inevitable.

He looks at the kitchen window once more, and thinks that neither Maria nor Johannes Lövgren would fail to close it. With age comes a sense of dread; there are more and more locks, and -no one forgets to close a window before nightfall. To grow old is to live in fear. The dread of something menacing that you felt when you were a child returns when you get old.

I could get dressed and go out, he thinks. Hobble through the yard with the winter wind in my face, up to the fence that separates our properties. I could see close to that I’m just imagining things.

But he doesn’t move. Soon Johannes will be getting out of bed to make coffee. First he’ll turn on the light in the bathroom, then the light in the kitchen. Everything will be the way it always is.

He stands by the window and realises that he’s freezing. He thinks about Maria and Johannes. We’ve had a marriage with them too, he thinks, as neighbours and as farmers. We’ve helped each other, shared the hardships and the bad years. But we’ve shared the good times too. Together we’ve celebrated Midsummer and eaten Christmas dinner. Our children ran back and forth between the two farms as if they belonged to both. And now we’re sharing the -long—drawn—out years of old age.

Without knowing why, he opens the window, carefully so as not to wake Hanna. He holds on tight to the latch so that the gusty winter wind won’t tear it out of his hand. But the night is completely calm, and he recalls that the weather report on the radio had said nothing about a storm approaching over the Scanian plain.

The starry sky is clear, and it is very cold. He is just about to close the window again when he thinks he hears a sound. He listens and turns, with his left ear towards the open window. His good ear, not his right that was damaged by all the time he spent cooped up in stuffy, rumbling tractors.

A bird, he thinks. A night bird calling. Suddenly he is afraid. Out of nowhere fear appears and seizes him. It sounds like somebody shouting. In despair, trying to be heard. A voice that knows it has to penetrate thick stone walls to catch the attention of the neighbours.

I’m imagining things, he thinks. There’s nobody shouting. Who would it be? He shuts the window so hard that it makes a flowerpot jump, and Hanna wakes up.

“What are you doing?” she says, and he can hear that she’s annoyed.

As he replies, he feels sure. The terror is real.

“The mare isn’t whinnying,” he says, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “And the Lövgrens’ kitchen window is wide open. And someone is shouting.”

She sits up in bed.

“What did you say?”

He doesn’t want to answer, but now he’s sure that it wasn’t a bird that he heard.

“It’s Johannes or Maria,” he says. “One of them is calling for help.”

She gets out of bed and goes over to the window. Big and wide, she stands there in her white nightgown and looks out into the dark.

“The kitchen window isn’t open,” she whispers. “It’s smashed.”

He goes over to her, and now he’s so cold that he’s shaking.

“There’s someone shouting for help,” she says, and her voice quavers.

“What should we do?”

“Go over there,” she replies. “Hurry up!”

“But what if it’s dangerous?”

“Aren’t we going to help our best friends?”

He dresses quickly, takes the torch from the kitchen cupboard next to the corks and coffee cans. Outside, the clay is frozen under his feet. When he turns around he catches a glimpse of Hanna in the window. At the fence he stops. Everything is quiet. Now he can see that the kitchen window is broken. Cautiously he climbs over the low fence and approaches the white house. But no voice calls to him.

I am just imagining things, he thinks. I’m an old man who can’t figure out what’s really happening anymore. Maybe I did dream about the bulls last night. The bulls that I would dream were charging towards me when I was a boy, making me realise that someday I would die.

Then he hears the cry. It’s weak, more like a moan. It’s Maria. He goes over to the bedroom window and peeks cautiously through the gap between the curtain and the window frame.

Suddenly he knows that Johannes is dead. He shines his torch inside and blinks hard before he forces himself to look. Maria is crumpled up on the floor, tied to a chair. Her face is bloody and her false teeth lie broken on her spattered nightgown. All he can see of Johannes is a foot. The rest of his body is hidden by the curtain.

He limps back and climbs over the fence again. His knee aches as he stumbles desperately across the frozen clay. First he calls the police. Then he takes his crowbar from a closet that smells of mothballs.

“Wait here,” he tells Hanna. “You don’t need to see this.”

“What happened?” she asks with tears of fright in her eyes.

“I don’t know,” he says. “But I woke up because the mare wasn’t neighing in the night. I know that for sure.”

It is January 7, 1990. Not yet dawn.

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Reading Group Guide

“An exquisite novel of mesmerizing depth and suspense.” —Los Angeles Times

The introduction, discussion questions, author biography, and suggested reading list that follow are designed to enhance your group’s reading of Swedish novelist Henning Mankell’s brilliant mystery, Faceless Killers.


“An exquisite novel of mesmerizing depth and suspense.” —Los Angeles Times

The introduction, discussion questions, author biography, and suggested reading list that follow are designed to enhance your group’s reading of Swedish novelist Henning Mankell’s brilliant mystery, Faceless Killers.

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Faceless Killers (Kurt Wallander Series #1) 3.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 93 reviews.
Sensitivemuse More than 1 year ago
This book is definitely different from the police novels I've read in the past. The majority of the ones I've read had been rather fast paced filled with lots of intrigue and twists that I'm racing through the novel at an alarming rate. This one was very different. It wasn't fast paced but it was steady and although a little slow at times, it actually got me interested as the criminal investigation went on. It was a gradual procedure, and not one that would take overnight to solve. It had its exciting moments, but moments where you had to sit down and reflect as to what was going on, and it was a much different kind of police procedural novel I have ever seen so far. It was a good balance of careful analysis and examination mixed with intrigue and action. The plot did a good job of drawing you into the crime and having you also reflect and examine on how to solve it. I felt just as frustrated like Kurt was feeling when it felt as if he kept on reaching dead ends and cold trails that would lead nowhere in solving the crime. The thing I liked the most was the character in Kurt Wallander. He's very real and three dimensional. He had his own issues to solve and it involved a total different story arc on its own aside from the murder case so you're not entirely focused on the mystery. You also got to see the "human" side of Kurt as well which I enjoyed and very much liked. It gave the story a much more realistic feeling to it and not something sensation or "Hollywood" about the entire plot. Kurt had his own faults too and so did his colleagues. I also liked how the story also focused on the secondary characters as well (especially his partner Rydberg, who also has major problems of his own). It was great to see realistic almost "fleshy" characters in the book. I guess what I didn't really like was I'm not used to this style of writing, so I was really expecting this big flash bang sensational ending where I would be left speechless. This book isn't meant to be that way. The case was closed, and solved and that was that. No big gunfight. No SWAT team. No hostages. No Channel 6 news helicopters flying overhead (har har). It was simple, clean cut, and done. Then again the entire book was like that; clean and to the point. It was like one giant puzzle being put together and having the satisfaction of having it completed on time. Nothing celebratory or excitement just job done, go home and relax. I suppose that's how it's really done and if so, then it's another good job at keeping the story realistic. Would I read the books following this? sure, why not? it's a short read and I don't regret picking this book up. Although it's not exciting as I hoped it would be, it held my attention enough to keep me going, as I was curious as to who did it and why. Secrets were exposed, and closure was met, and all loose ends were tied. It was well done and complete. Overall, don't be looking for grand excitement in this one. Just a good realistic police detective novel. It's realistic, and interesting as it takes you along a journey through Sweden and their way of life. It's definitely worth giving it a try if you're up for something mellow and a more on the serious side of the police force.
Guest More than 1 year ago
If you're tired of all the focus on forensic evidence and are interested in some old-fashioned detective work, this will be the book for you. The murder is gruesome and the detective, Kurt Wallender, wants badly to solve it. But, the thing that makes this book so good is the author's ability to take you inside Wallender's life. He has many of the issues of middle-aged people - financial problems, divorce, concerns for his child and his father. These all compete for his time and the author does a fabulous job of pacing the book so you really get the idea of what it takes to solve a major crime while living a normal, albeit stressful, life.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I gave this one 5 stars, although at the time I read it I may have given it 4. The entire series is wonderful and deserves a 5. Yes, this is a police crime mystery and the plot is a good one, but the main reason I enjoy these books is the character, Wallander. He is so interesting, 3 dimensional, flawed, funny, accessible, etc. You really end up caring about him, wanting to know more and hoping the book won't end. I love the setting, which I was not familiar with. Enjoy!
sbux06 More than 1 year ago
I grabbed this book wanting a good read on a mystery. I guess I could say I was 75% satisfied. The opening and ending chapters were excellent. The beginning really got me hooked and the end was a surprise. It was what was in the middle that made me a little impatient. The story line would move away from the mystery and talk about Kurt Wallander's, the detective, personal and day-to-day life. Interesting character all in all. But the mystery took a bit too long to finally fold out.
Guest More than 1 year ago
An elderly couple are brutally murdered on a farm in the middle of the night. Inspector Kurt Wallander investigates the murder. His investigation upturns racist violence, long-hidden family secrets and reveals much about Wallander himself. In addition to police work, Wallander has his hands full with his elderly father, estranged wife and daughter, and a new prosecutor. Having grown bored with Patricia Cornwell I was looking for a new crime book to sink my teeth into. While Faceless Killers didn¿t thrill me the same way as my first Cornwell, I thoroughly enjoyed it. I particularly appreciated the way it was more about old-fashioned police work, rather than more hi-tech or forensic based crime novels.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The vicious murder of a man and the beating of his wife at an isolated farmhouse shocks even Kurt Wallander, a seasoned detective. An elderly neighbor discovers the horrific scene and says they were a typical old couple, like he and his wife. They had socialized for forty years, sharing coffee every day. There was no reason to kill the man and leave the wife to die. There was no money to steal. And what enemies could the quiet couple possibly have had? But, as any mystery reader knows, there's more to the story and as the investigation unfolds, a completely different view of the pair evolves. Astounding secrets are revealed, but are they enough to cause the murders? When another senseless death occurs, the police investigate possible ties between the cases. Were the killings in either case racially motivated? If mere robbery was involved, why were the deaths so violent? "Faceless Killers" was first published in Sweden in 1991, at a time when anti-immigrant feeling raged as thousands of people arrived illegally on Swedish shores, sapping government resources. This actual socially and politically charged atmosphere is the backdrop for the first book in the Kurt Wallander series. Wallander has strong opinions about how the immigration issue in Sweden is handled, and constantly battles officials who flatly deny anything is amiss with the obviously faulty system. Wallander is not a precise, logical detective who slices through red herrings with aplomb. He is disdainful of the press, chases leads that go nowhere, and relies heavily on his co-workers for solutions. He is separated from his wife, estranged from his daughter, has a father approaching senility, drinks too much, and wonders why his personal life changed while he was paying attention to murder. But, he is dogged in his pursuit of the truth. He needs to find out why these people were killed, no matter whom is upset in the process. He goes over the evidence again and again, searching for what he missed. Wallander might not uncover the truth right away, but make no mistake, he uncovers it. Masterpiece Theatre, the Public Television show, recently aired episodes based on the Wallander character, perfectly played by Kenneth Branagh, who won several British awards for both his performance and his producing. Rated R for gritty realism, the murders, and mature themes.
theshippingnews More than 1 year ago
A really disappointing audiobook. I have discovered that I don't really care for Dick Hill's narration of the book. Of course, the real problem is the story itself. Kurt Wallander isn't a very sympathetic character, if you ask me. It was hard to feel much for him as he worked his way through the story. And that's how you'll feel, too. Like it was work getting to the end of this book.
Simma More than 1 year ago
The overall progression of the book was very slow and it didn't have much depth and suspense.
Brainiac1955 More than 1 year ago
"Faceless Killers" is interesting because it gives a small insight into Swedish life, which I feel is its main appeal. Character development is the key to his novel, especially with Wallander (the main character) and Rydberg (his trusted second). Even the police techniques seem spot on. However, the story has too much going on. There are two murders, the main story and a secondary story. I feel that Mankell added the second one, concerning the growing problem of immigrants in Sweden. It doesn't really have anything to do with the first (some may disagree) and seems to be added as a social commentary by the author. Next, Wallander goes through a lot of suspects, and they always seem to be the culprits, until one last bit of information clears them. The primary murder is solved much too quickly with a solution from left field. I may pick up the next book in the series to see if there is an improvement or if this is Mankell's writing style.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Henning Mankell is one of the great Scandanavian writers of crime fiction, famous for his Inspector Wallander mysteries. "Faceless Killers" is a well written introduction to Wallander who, like many protagonists in this genre, are divorced, have an ongoing battle with alcohol, but are honorable men about whom one wants to know more. Luckily, there are many more books in the series.
Replay on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Good take-off, long and hardly entertaining flight, smooth landing. It was OK though but don't expect a vibrant thriller. Characters seem frozen by the swedish breezy wind.
Darrol on LibraryThing 8 months ago
A somewhat plodding book. Maybe quite realistic how police work actually is. But I think I want more than that. Narrative style seems deliberately dry, not to say lifeless. Some odd things in the translation I think. The story did not grab me, and in the end I was almost hoping the crime would go unsolved. The multinational elements of this story will be what brings me back to this series (but maybe not so soon).
OnorioCatenacci on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Well-written and excellent police procedural.
callmecayce on LibraryThing 8 months ago
This is the first book in Mankell's Wallander series. I thought, since I'm such a big fan of Scandinavian mysteries, I ought to give it a try (especially if I'm eventually going to watch the BBC/PBS show based on the books). I guess I liked the book. The mystery was engrossing, but I'm not sure I liked Wallander. I definitely see why the books are popular, Wallander is a very flawed detective who is good as his job. But in this book, there were certain things that he did that I just didn't like and I don't think I'm going to read any of the other books. I might still watch the series, but one Mankell is enough for me.
Jim53 on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Swedish police inspector Kurt Wallander, temporarily in charge of his station while the chief is on vacation, is confronted with the brutal murder of an elderly farm couple. The novel is a "police procedural" mystery, following the steps and strategies that the force adopts to solve the crime. Matters are complicated by a second murder, of a Somali resident of one of Sweden's immigrant camps. We get some interesting insights into the reality of Swedish society in the 1980s, with drug use spreading from the cities to the countryside and immigration policy sparking a national debate. Wallander is also a complicated character, dealing with a recent divorce, an uncommunicative daughter, a declining father, and a weight problem. He reminds me a little bit of Ian Rankin's Rebus, in that he is flawed and must deal with issues in his personal life as he works oin his cases. In this first novel, Wallander is not yet as well drawn as Rebus.The main factor that keeps me from rating this book more highly is the writing style, which is uneven and bad enough to distract from the story. I don't expect mysteries to read like literary fiction--although I'm sometimes delighted when they do--but at least the style should be basically congruent with the chatracters and their stories, and not "clunk" so badly that it distracts. I don't know whether to blame the stylistic problems on Mankell or the translator.Another weakness is the secondary characters. Wallander is the only character we see in any depth. His colleague Rydberg and his ailing father come the closest to having some depth; the others are ciphers, part of the landscape. I'll probably try another Wallander mystery at some point, but this one has not motivated me to run out and find the next one iummediately.
the.ken.petersen on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Kurt Wallander comes to life, in a way that the screen versions have never quite captured. Mankell manages to walk a very tight line, taking a look at racism. Wallander risks his life when he believes that Asylum seekers are in danger, but also expresses concern about the ease with which all and sundry can wander into, in this case Sweden. This seems to be a popular topic, at the moment, but when this book was written, the views must have raised the hackles of many a reader.The story concerns a gruesome murder and greed, as well as the race issue. Wallander's own life is in turmoil as his wife has left him and his dad is starting to go senile. I was a little unsure about the scene where Wallander gets caught drink-driving but gets away with it. It was a good way of showing the man unravelling but the concern was more skewed towards his embarrassment at his colleagues knowing, than of what he had done.Kurt clearly develops, as the series continues. In this, his first outing, he is a little too gun hoe for my liking: leaping at killers and falling off buildings. I suppose that Mankell felt the need to launch his hero with a bang. I am not sure, that were this to have been my introduction to Wallander, I would have rushed to get to know him better.
ben_a on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Perfectly adequate, enjoyable police procedural. Often these types of books are elevated by the fragments of the characters' lives one sees creeping around the edges of the crime narrative. I didn't find Wallender's life compelling.
ehines on LibraryThing 8 months ago
A bit reminiscent of the Banks series, but with a Nordic/stoic tinge. Sometimes the translation(?) seems a bit bald, but otherwise pretty solid.
annbury on LibraryThing 8 months ago
The first of the INspector Wallander books, and a fine introduction. This proceeds like a straightforward police procedural, but there is a lot more going on that that. The strains in Swedish society due to the rapid rise in the number of immigrants in what had been a very homogenous country sets the background for the story, adding impetus to Wallander's need to solve the case. Like the rest of the Wallander books, this one features strongly drawn characters, a vivid atmosphere, and a rattling good suspense plot.
Stewartry on LibraryThing 8 months ago
I can't help but wonder if I would have enjoyed this book without Kenneth Branagh's careworn face in my mind's eye. Faceless Killers is a grim story ¿ you wouldn't expect a cheery romp to be called Faceless Killers, after all ¿ and the voice (whether the translator's or Mankel's) is spare and disengaged. The murders are particularly horrid, the landscape is bleak and growing colder, and so for that matter is Wallander's life. His wife has left him and he doesn't understand why and wants her back, and his daughter ¿ once adoring ¿ is now an aloof twenty-something, and his father is growing senile, and he is existing on coffee and minutes of sleep. It doesn't get much better. The killer is elusive, and public exposure of the only real clue they have leads directly to another murder and another set of killers to catch. One unusual effect of this story of the endless slog of hard work and at times near hopelessness of the investigation is that the reader is given almost as great an uplift as the detectives when there is a break in the case. The Masterpiece Mystery series stuck closely to the book's plot, trimming and consolidating as needed but otherwise communicating both the mystery and the characterization beautifully. And I do have to give Branagh a great deal of credit: he was brilliant in the role, and indelible. The second book, The Dogs of Riga, has not yet been adapted (as far as I know), so I'll have the chance to see how I do with Wallander without the tv screen in my head.
corlomoski on LibraryThing 8 months ago
First in the series of Wallander mysteries, and definitely worth checking out after seeing the BBC series starring Kenneth Branagh. The book is dark, gripping, and depressing, not looking for a happy ending. But, it's terribly realistic, and I couldn't put it down.
FredB on LibraryThing 8 months ago
A Swedish crime novel featuring detective Kurt Wallender, the first in a long series of books with him as the main character. I had just read The Man from Beijing and liked it. This book, published in 1991, did not seem as well-written or interesting.
sumariotter on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Very enjoyable. I'm on a Swedish detective kick and finding there are such a lot of them. I found this one very satisfying in an old-fashioned kind of way. It's a police procedural with a very endearing middle-aged detective, Kurt Wallender. It clips right along and while there is violence, it is not a gritty kind of mystery. The blurbs compare him to Georges Simenon and that seems apt--I feel this is an author with a very subtle understanding of human nature, compassion, and a great eye for detail.
love2laf on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Great read! I was surprised it wasn't the same mystery that was the first one televised, and there are differences in some character details, but this is an astonishingly engaging mystery. I think I'm starting to have a thing for Swedish writers.
lauralkeet on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Kurt Wallander is a middle-aged Swedish police detective working in the town of Ystad. He's recently divorced, and estranged from his only daughter. In the midst of these emotional struggles he suddenly finds himself investigating the brutal murder of an elderly farmer and his wife. Before her death, the wife repeatedly uttered a single word: "foreign." Shortly after the double murder, a Somali man is killed at a refugee camp. It's up to the police team to determine whether the murders are linked, and the significance of the dead woman's last words.Wallander and his crew conduct a thorough investigation, learning more about the elderly farmer's life and some personal secrets that offer clues. There's a fair amount of criminal-stalking, chase scenes, and drama. But about 2/3 of the way through this novel, the story's pace flags and the investigative team seems to wander about aimlessly. And then, just as suddenly, everything is solved and neatly tied up in a bow.This novel is the first in a series of Wallander mysteries. I enjoyed the 2008 Wallander dramatizations starring Kenneth Branagh, which are adaptations of later books. I wanted to read this book before more episodes -- including Faceless Killers -- air on PBS this autumn. It might just be this particular storyline, but this book did not live up to the drama and excitement of the TV series.