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FORTHCOMING IN THE SANDHAMN MURDERS SERIES

Closed Circles

 

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

Text copyright © 2008 Viveca Sten

Translation copyright © 2015 Marlaine Delargy

All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.

Previously published as I de lugnaste vatten by Forum in Sweden in 2008. Translated from Swedish by Marlaine Delargy. First published in English by AmazonCrossing in 2015.

Published by AmazonCrossing, Seattle

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ISBN-13: 9781503945708

ISBN-10: 1503945707

Cover design by Kimberly Glyder

For my brave mother  

CONTENTS

PROLOGUE

MONDAY, THE FIRST WEEK

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

THURSDAY, THE FIRST WEEK

CHAPTER 7

TUESDAY, THE SECOND WEEK

CHAPTER 8

WEDNESDAY, THE SECOND WEEK

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

THURSDAY, THE SECOND WEEK

CHAPTER 11

FRIDAY, THE SECOND WEEK

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 14

CHAPTER 15

SATURDAY, THE SECOND WEEK

CHAPTER 16

CHAPTER 17

CHAPTER 18

CHAPTER 19

SUNDAY, THE THIRD WEEK

CHAPTER 20

CHAPTER 21

CHAPTER 22

CHAPTER 23

MONDAY, THE THIRD WEEK

CHAPTER 24

CHAPTER 25

CHAPTER 26

TUESDAY, THE THIRD WEEK

CHAPTER 27

WEDNESDAY, THE THIRD WEEK

CHAPTER 28

CHAPTER 29

THURSDAY, THE THIRD WEEK

CHAPTER 30

CHAPTER 31

CHAPTER 32

CHAPTER 33

CHAPTER 34

FRIDAY, THE THIRD WEEK

CHAPTER 35

CHAPTER 36

CHAPTER 37

SATURDAY, THE THIRD WEEK

CHAPTER 38

CHAPTER 39

CHAPTER 40

SUNDAY, THE FOURTH WEEK

CHAPTER 41

CHAPTER 42

MONDAY, THE FOURTH WEEK

CHAPTER 43

CHAPTER 44

CHAPTER 45

TUESDAY, THE FOURTH WEEK

CHAPTER 46

CHAPTER 47

CHAPTER 48

CHAPTER 49

CHAPTER 50

CHAPTER 51

WEDNESDAY, THE FOURTH WEEK

CHAPTER 52

CHAPTER 53

CHAPTER 54

CHAPTER 55

CHAPTER 56

THURSDAY, THE FOURTH WEEK

CHAPTER 57

CHAPTER 58

CHAPTER 59

CHAPTER 60

CHAPTER 61

CHAPTER 62

CHAPTER 63

FRIDAY, THE FOURTH WEEK

CHAPTER 64

CHAPTER 65

CHAPTER 66

CHAPTER 67

CHAPTER 68

CHAPTER 69

CHAPTER 70

CHAPTER 71

CHAPTER 72

CHAPTER 73

CHAPTER 74

SATURDAY, THE FOURTH WEEK

CHAPTER 75

CHAPTER 76

CHAPTER 77

CHAPTER 78

CHAPTER 79

SUNDAY, THE SIXTH WEEK

CHAPTER 80

AFTERWORD

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

ABOUT THE TRANSLATOR

PROLOGUE

Everything was completely still and peaceful as only winter can be, when the archipelago belongs to those who live there, and the raucous summer visitors have not yet taken over the islands.

The water was dark and shining, the cold of winter lying heavily on the surface. Odd patches of snow rested on the rocks. A few mergansers stood out like dots against the sky, and the sun was low on the horizon.

“Help me,” he yelled. “Help me, for God’s sake!”

Someone threw a tangle of rope out to him, and he rushed to loop it around his body in the ice-cold water.

“Pull me up,” he said, panting as he grasped the side of the boat with fingers that had already begun to stiffen from the cold.

When the anchor attached to the rope was thrown over the rail, he seemed more confused than anything, as if he didn’t understand that its weight would soon drag him to the bottom.

That he only had a few seconds left to live before his body followed the heavy lump of iron.

His hand breaking the surface of the water, tangled in the abandoned fishing net, was the last visible thing. The waters closed over it with an almost imperceptible sigh.

Then there was only the sound of the engine, as the boat turned to make its way back to the harbor.

MONDAY, THE FIRST WEEK

CHAPTER 1

“Here, Pixie! Come here!”

The man gazed irritably at the dachshund as she ran down the beach; she had been cooped up on the boat for several days. He really should have kept her on the leash. Dogs were not allowed to run loose in the summer on Sandhamn, a small island in the Stockholm archipelago, but he didn’t have the heart to observe the rule when the little dog was so happy to run free.

Besides, there was hardly anybody in sight so early in the morning. Those living in the few houses along the shoreline had hardly woken up. The only sound came from the screaming gulls. The air was fresh and clear, the overnight rain had given everything a newly washed feel, and the sun was already warm, promising another glorious day.

     

 

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