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literally knew every curve. He held a steady speed and hardly even needed to look at the road.
    He lit a cigarette and offered the pack.
    'No, thank you,' said Martin Beck.
    He had smoked no more than five cigarettes over the last two years.
    'If I understood correctly, you wanted to stay at the inn,' Allwright said.
    'Yes, that would be fine.'
    'Anyway, I've arranged for a room there.'
    'Good.'
    The lights of a small town appeared ahead of them.
    'We have arrived, as it were,' said Allwright 'This is Anderslöv.'
    The streets were empty, but well lit.
    'No nightlife here,' Allwright said. 'Quiet and peaceful. Nice. I've lived here all my life and never had a thing to complain about Before now.'
    It looked awfully damned dead, Martin Beck thought. But maybe that's the way it was supposed to look.
    Allwright slowed down and pointed to a low, yellow-brick building.
    'Police station,' he said. 'Of course it's closed at the moment. But I can open up if you like!' 'Not for my sake.'
    'The inn's right around the corner. The garden we just drove by belongs to it. But the restaurant isn't open at this hour. If you want, we can go to my place and have a sandwich and a beer.'
    Martin Beck wasn't hungry. The flight down had taken away his appetite. He declined politely. And then he said:
    'Is it a long way to the beach?'
    The other man didn't seem to be surprised by the question. Perhaps Allwright was not a man to be easily surprised. 'No,' he said. 'I wouldn't say that' 'How long would it take to drive there?' 'About fifteen minutes. Tops.' 'Would you mind?'
    'Not a bit'
    Allwright swung the car on to what looked to be the high street.
    'This is the town's big attraction,' he said. 'The Main Road. Main with a capital M. Formerly the main road from Malmö to Ystad. When we turn off to the right, you will be south of the Main Road. And then you'll really be in Skåne.'
    The side road was winding, but Allwright drove it with the same easy confidence. They passed farms and white churches.
    Ten minutes later they could smell the sea. A few minutes more and they were at the beach.
    'Do you want me to stop?'
    'Yes, please.'
    'If you want to go wading, I've got an extra pair of wellies in the boot,' Allwright said, and chuckled. 'Thanks, I'd like to.'
    Martin Beck pulled on the boots. They were a little too tight, but he wasn't planning any lengthy excursions. 'Where are we now, exactly?'
    'In Böste. Those lights to the right are Trelleborg. The lighthouse on the left is Smygehuk. Further than that you can't get.'
    Smygehuk was Sweden's southernmost point
    To judge by the lights and the reflection in the sky, Trelleborg must be a large city. A big brightly lit passenger ship was headed for the harbour - probably the train ferry from Sassnitz in East Germany.
    The Baltic was heaving listlessly against the shore. The water disappeared down into the fine-grained sand with a soft hiss.
    Martin Beck stepped on the swaying rampart of seaweed and then took a couple of steps out into the water. It felt pleasantly cool through the leg of the boot.
    He bent forward, cupped his hands and filled them. Rinsed his face and drew the cold water in through his nose. It tasted fresh and salty.
    The air was damp. It smelled of seaweed, fish, and tar. Several yards away he could see nets hung up to dry and the outlines of a fishing boat
    What was it Kollberg always said?
    The best part of Murder was that it got you out of the city now and then.
    Martin Beck lifted his head and listened. All he could hear was the sea.
    After a while he walked back to the car. Allwright was leaning against the bonnet, smoking. Martin Beck nodded. He would study the case in the morning. He didn't expect much of it. These things were usually just routine. The same old stories over and over again, usually tragic and depressing.
    The breeze from the sea was mild and cool.
    A freighter ploughed by along the dark horizon. Westward. He could see the green starboard lantern and some lights