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In the summer of 1994 in Skåne, a former Swedish justice minister, an art dealer and a businessman are killed with an axe and scalped, and a petty criminal is found with acid in his eyes. The killer is Stefan Fredman, a 14-year-old in Native American war paint. He is punishing the respected men who sexually abused his sister Louise, who is now institutionalized, and his own father, who sold her to them.
Called to a yellow rapeseed field, Wallander watches a young girl douse herself in petrol and set herself alight before he can reach her. She turns out to be Dolores María Santana, a teenager from the Dominican Republic trafficked into Sweden for prostitution. Her death shows that a supposedly safe welfare state was supplying foreign girls to its own respectable men.
The killer's theatrical brutality is presented as a response to earlier violence that stayed invisible because men of status committed it. A retired minister's reputation protected him until a child's rage made the abuse visible. The spectacle of the crime becomes the only route by which suppressed harm reaches the public.
Reading crime through one tired detective in a small town turns each case into a measure of how far shared norms have decayed. Wallander's fatigue, and his sense that he no longer understands the country he polices, stand in for a society losing its postwar certainties. What shows the change is the rising proportion of crimes that make no sense to him, more than any single crime.