''Ann Lindell is lying next to her lover of just a few weeks. It has been a
long time since she has felt desired and the flat has been filled with
talk, although talk of the present, no past or future. She knows that he
is a journalist and he knows that she is a police detective, little
else. Ann is just realising that she is in love – when Anders gets up
and tells her he has to go and that he will be away for a week or two.
On waste land beneath a viaduct lies a man's body, bludgeoned to death. There is no clue to his identity except a slip of paper with a phone number. He looks like a vagrant and a short distance away is an old site-trailer where he might have been sleeping.''
On waste land beneath a viaduct lies a man's body, bludgeoned to death. There is no clue to his identity except a slip of paper with a phone number. He looks like a vagrant and a short distance away is an old site-trailer where he might have been sleeping.''
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