Ann-Charlotte MarteusMartin the Pitch, and the killer of handledsväskan

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in the evening, and looked down on a bed of roses, a day after Olof Palme was murdered. I do remember two things. How quiet it was, but it was the thick part of the people around the gate, but there was no sound from him, and no one walked away from that. Everybody was like stunned.

I remember a little box farther away, cordoned by polistejp. What a strange little roadblock. They tend to be a lot bigger in the tv series.

his mördarjakten picked up all of the oxygen for such a long period of time. Somewhere at the height of the dirty, Christer Pettersson, the history of zoom that I like. Give me a call when you can show up as an assassin of sorts, a despicable satan and Moriarty. Otherwise, it has to be.

the prosecution has not evidence enough for a conviction.

Maybe it was because the prosecutor, Krister Petersson sense of välartikulerade, excitement, and the exact language, but when I closed my eyes, it was a bit like listening to scenes from a Sjöwalls Wahlöö novel.

the Witness was William She saw the assassin running along, David, the Bakers ' street. She found it strange that he has not slowed down despite the fact that he was trying to shut down or open up, a handledsväska. His oknäppta the rock flickered in the nattvinden, and he slipped about in the snömodden, he was dressed in a smooth kontorsskor.

the prosecution has not evidence enough for a conviction, but to my ears, he sketched a character that is made out of an american novel of the past. In my head, my head turned, I unchecked the gaps.

In his frustrated daydreams is a suspect, the killer is destined for greatness and glory. In the eyes of others, he is a blurry figure out of the background. If he had been at the murder and after the murder, in which he stated that there had been a plausibelt that no one paid attention to him.

in A small Swedish one, that is, with a little curiosity, that he was carrying in a volcanic rage. One day, he went out with a gun hidden in the omanligaste of pinaler: a handledsväska. Brilliant.

With the trauma at a distance, and in the 80s, increasingly, the antikverat, he fit in.

with A nod, a murder, an escape, and then what? The panic, the shock, what have I done?! Then the paranoia: It is clear that the police will take it to where I am. Soon, you hear sirens. However, no one will. He's getting - down?

the Path He's trying to make himself relevant, in a call to the police, to seek out the media. In the new york times is complaining, he lamented over the investigation to have been ignored by him, There was a lack of interest all the time.”

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as an assassin, according to the testimonies of the survivors. That's right. Exactly. The same. However, the investigation was conducted not by the Beck of the moment, but the epic stolpskotten Kristiansson, and Quantum.

it makes You wonder if it was the ultimate defeat of the suspect, even when I was killing the Swedish prime minister, may I have the attention and the fame I deserve!

the Path He had been arrested at the time, and have been charged, it would have been utterly disappointed. He was too insignificant. However, with the trauma at a distance, and in the 80s, increasingly, the antikverat, he fit in. Sweden was a quiet Sörgårdsidyll, which was rocked by an unimaginable murder. The osannolike's tafflighet was exceeded only by the police.

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