irresistible force; and when he felt the first drop of rain in his hand, he turned his back on it all and made his way up toward his car.
Time to get away from here, he thought.
The curtain has fallen. The tragedy is over.
Exit Oedipus. Exit Van Veeteren.
He started the car. Switched on the headlights as darkness fell rapidly, and set off inland.
And yet, it might not be for good. Perhaps Kaalbringen would have the pleasure of entertaining his presence again…
For even retired Axmen must eventually be allowed time out on parole. And even the narrowest of leads at chess must allow a challenge.
What wouldn’t one do for a decent glass of wine?
Thought Detective Chief Inspector Van Veeteren as he started groping in the glove compartment for Penderecki.
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