Carmon Case 6

Now he was back, and everything had been sorted out. The judge had taken his statement, and he was declared 'Not guilty'. Thank goodness for that. He couldn't survive with Dax Fey. The boot on his ankle was to remain there for another week or two. It was already driving him crazy. The headaches came less frequently, and his chest didn't burn as bad. He was typing away at his laptop, running a background checks on the Rose killer's murders. He was called the Rose killer because of the crown of roses he left on each of his victims' heads. A man named Richard Carmon had just been murdered, along with his wife. They were a younger couple, both in their mid to late thirties. They were left with a crown of roses on their head. The Rose killer had stopped for ten years, and he was back in Sweden, killing again. Magnus rubbed his eyes, and finished off his fourth cup of coffee. The Rose killer was uncatchable, or so it seemed. He had been killing long before Magnus had joined the force, at least by a decade. He was so precise and clean. No one could figure out who he was.

He walked in at five thirty in the morning. Everyone was there. The kid had been here for almost four days now, working hard on the case. He was determined to catch the killer. He was worried. There were only two main reasons a detective wouldn't go home. One, was because they were in the middle of a fight with their spouse, and didn't want to deal with them, or two, and more importantly, something was scaring them, and they couldn't sleep. And as far as he knew, Magnus lived alone, in an apartment. He just watched the young cadet for a moment. He was furiously pounding on his keyboard. His eye lids drooped, but he forced them back open. He glared hard at the computer screen, as if he did so, the answers to all his questions would magically appear. Kurt walked over to the exhausted detective.

"Martinsson." Kurt said loudly. The kid jumped, clearly startled, and looked up at Kurt with tired, bleary eyes, seemingly just noticing anyone was in the room with him, which probably was the case. "You need to get out of here, get some fresh air or something."

"No, I'm, uh, fine, Kurt."

"No you're not. This is now an order, and as your boss I am ordering you to go lie down on the couch in my office and take a rest. You're exhausted, and you're no good to anyone if you can't stay awake. Go." He pointed at his office. Magnus seemed too out of it to respond with his usual sarcastic response. He got out of his seat, and walked into Kurt's office, and lay down on the couch. His head hit the cushion, and he was instantly asleep.

Kurt peeked into his office, seeing the kid took his offer to heart. He was glad for that. Three days without sleep, and finally the young cadet managed to fall asleep on the most uncomfortable couch in the world. He chuckled at the sight; Magnus had one arm drooped over his eyes, the other falling over the side of the couch. He didn't know why, but the sight amused him.

"Sleep well, Magnus." He murmured, walking out, and back to the table, where pictures of the murdered girl were. A note from the Rose killer had been read, and re-read so many times. It had been searched for finger prints, or any form of DNA, but nothing was found. Kurt took the note, and read it again; One a week, that's the only hint, stop being weak, the girl is a mint. The Rose killer was known for his rhyming notes at every crime scene. He collapsed into a chair, already exhausted, not getting much sleep that night. He rubbed his eyes. He needed to type his report, which he started, slowly typing one word at a time.

R/ichard C"arMo/n. He looked back at what he typed, then growled at the screen. He went back and fixed the errors. No, he wasn't even going to deal with it. He would write it out and have Magnus type it for him. He shoved his computer away, and got to work writing the report.

His colleague trudged out of Kurt's office only a few hours later. Kurt looked up at him. Magnus rubbed his eyes, and yawned, stretching his arms above his head as he slowly made his way to the coffee maker. He poured himself a cup. Even though he had just woken up, the bags were still under his eyes and he looked like he hadn't gotten any sleep. Magnus shuffled over to his laptop, shoved his head phones into his ears, and blasted music from his Ipod touch. Kurt was sitting at the table a few feet away from Magnus, yet he could hear Maroon 5 playing. He got up, and pulled the young man's headphones from his ears. Magnus looked up, annoyed.

"Is there a problem, Kurt?" The kid asked him, clearly irritated by his actions.

"You're going to go deaf if you keep playing your bloody music that loud."

"At least I won't be able to hear you anymore." He grumbled under his breath, and shoved his headphones back in his ears. Something occurred to Kurt then. Magnus had mentioned something about a family trip. He pulled the headphones from the kids' ears again.

"Damn it, Kurt. I'm trying to work. And just for the record, your preventing me from doing that so if it doesn't get done, it's on you."

"Was the family trip part of your act, so you could get away, or is it genuine?" Kurt asked, staring down at the young cadet. Magnus sighed.

"It's real, Kurt. I just didn't want to bring it up again."

"When is it?"

"Couple of weeks. It's over the weekend. My sister is going, and I apparently have some long lost relatives I never knew about. I guess it's like a family reunion, only I'm meeting them for the first time. And I'm meeting my sister's husband for the first time. And her thirty year old cousin….."

"Your sister is married?"

"Apparently, though she only thought of sharing this last month. We haven't talked in a while, we've both been so busy. So I'm going to Finland, where she lives, for the weekend." Magnus thought for a moment. "If you give me the time off."

"That's up to Lisa."

"I already talked to her. She said its fine with her if it's okay with you…." Magnus looked up, his eyes hopeful, and ran his hand through his curls, and bit his lip. Kurt sighed. Magnus' blue eyes were blazing with confidence in his boss.

"Alright, alright, just stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?" He asked innocently, though there was a smirk in the innocence. Kurt rolled his eyes, while Magnus shoved his buds back in his ears. Magnus chugged down half of his coffee, then went back to his furious typing on his laptop.

Something hit the back of his head. He jumped, startled, then slowly turned around. Lying by his feet, was Anne-Britt's slipper. He pulled his headphones from his ears.

"Is there a problem?" He asked, but then heard the phone ringing. "Ahhh yes. The inability to answer the phone." Magnus got up, and, after returning Anne-Britt's slipper, he answered the phone.

"Detective Martinsson." He said.

"Hello, Detective Martinsson. There's been another murder." A male voice said. He closed his eyes, and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to stave off a headache.

"Alright, uh, Kurt and I will be right there…." He thought for a moment. "Where is there, exactly?" He wrote down the address that the detective on the other line rattled off for him, then thanked him and hung up.

"Kurt, there's been another murder." Kurt sighed. This was Magnus' first case back, and already there had been two murders. They would have to find a way to prevent the next one, he just didn't know how. Well, the clue would be waiting; another was to try to prevent the next murder, but they were unable to figure out where and when the second one was. He grabbed his coat, and his keys, and began to walk down the stairs. He didn't have to look back to know the young cadet was following. Kurt got into his Volvo, and, after the kid had got in, asked where they were going. Magnus told him the address and he drove off. It was only an hour or so. Magnus got out his laptop and began typing furiously.

"Magnus, you've got to go easy on your keys. You're going to break them. Again. And this time I won't be paying to have them fixed."

"Yeah, alright." Magnus continued typing until they got to the coffee shop. Kurt got out, and went off without Magnus, knowing he was fumbling to get his laptop back in his bag.

"Is that who found the body?" Kurt asked, pointing to a scared looking clerk.

"Yes, sir. He came in early this morning to open up for the day. That's when he saw the body. Christina Everheart is the girl who was murdered." Said one of the officers on the scene.

"And the clerks name?"

"We don't know, sir. He's, uh, not….responding well."

"Alright, let's go figure out his name." Kurt said to himself. He walked over the terrified clerk.

"Hi, my name is Detective Wallander. What's your name?" He asked gruffly.

"Jesus, Kurt. Try not to scare the poor fellow." Magnus' voice said from behind him. He turned to look at him.

"We need to get these questions answered. I don't have time to be nice."

"Well I do. Move." The young cadet pushed Kurt aside, and put his hand gently on the clerks shoulder. "Hello. My name is Detective Martinsson. Magnus Martinsson. Now, I understand you found this young girl this morning on your way to open the café?" He said softly. The clerk nodded mutely. Magnus smiled warmly. "Now, could you tell me your name?"

"J-Justin Springs." The clerk named Justin murmured. Justin had a mysterious glint to his eye.

"Alright. Now we're getting somewhere. So, Justin, my partner and I are going to need to ask you some questions. Do you think you will be able to answer them?"

"I think s-so."

"Good. Alright, Kurt. Ask away. But be nice. Don't want him to throw up all over your nice new shoes, now do we?" Magnus smirked, and Kurt glared daggers at him.

"Justin? Do you remember seeing anyone running from the crime scene?"


"Okay. Great. I need you to tell me exactly what you saw. Anything out of place, maybe?"

"W-well, I come in at the same time every m-morning. Seven thirty. Nothing was out of order. So, i…..i unlocked the door, and came inside. That's when I saw her. I didn't know what to do. There was so much blood…." The young Justin looked like he was about to throw up. Kurt heard a phone ring. It was Magnus'. "Detective Martinsson speaking. No! Shit." He heard him say. He had decided to sit at one of the tables and use his laptop. He dropped his phone on the table, and looked up, eyes wide. Justin apologized and ran to the bathroom.

"NO!" Magnus yelled, jumping up from his seat, and yanking his gun from the holster at his hip. Kurt stared after him, shocked, as his colleague ran to the bathroom door. He tried the handle, which Justin had locked. He rammed his shoulder into the door. It wouldn't budge.

"Martinsson?" Kurt asked in awe.

"Damn it, Kurt! They found a partial print on the corner of the note! It belongs to a Justin Springs!"

"And that was…"

"Yes, that was Justin Springs!" Magnus was finally able to break the door down, but by then it was too late. He was out a window and gone. Well, they had finally figured out who the Rose killer was. It was a good thing, but they had let him slip right through their fingers. Magnus banged his fist against the wall.

"Magnus calm down. We will catch him, and you know it." Kurt murmured.

"Yes, I do know it, but, Kurt, we let him go. We were this close, and he's gone. Now who knows how many bodies it's going to take before we finally catch him."

"None!" Kurt was pissed. Magnus was losing hope, and this was going to ruin everything. "Martinsson, take a deep breath, and calm down. We're not going to find him if you lose hope. You need to think. You don't think straight when you're like this and you know it." Kurt watched as the kid took a deep breath, and let it out.

"Sorry, Kurt. I just don't like the thought of potentially another murder."

"Well, see if you can find any tracks leading away from here."


Magnus walked out of the café, and went off to see if he could find any evidence of Justin actually being there. Suddenly something hit the back of his head, hard. He turned around, to see someone darting around a corner.

"Hey!" he shouted, when something hit his back. He spun back the other way, hearing laughing Now he was getting paranoid. He was pretty sure Justin had been younger than him. That was beside the point. He knew someone was throwing rocks at him, he just didn't know who. He assumed it was Justin, but he was moving too fast. Inhumanly fast. No. He was not going to let his thoughts drift to his childhood nightmare. Not now. Not on a case. Another rock hit him, and he spun in a circle, trying to catch whoever was throwing rocks. Kurt decided to come out as he was halfway into his circle.

"Martinsson, now isn't the best time for ring around the rosy!" He yelled.

"No, someone was throwing rocks…." He trailed off at the look Kurt gave him.

"Magnus, no one is there."

"Yeah, there was. They must have run off…."

"Okay, you know what? Let's just go back to the office. You sure you're okay?"

"I'm-uh-brilliant. Let's just go."

"Alright." Kurt walked out the door, after giving him a weird 'I don't believe you' look. Magnus just waved him off, and they got into the car and drove back to the office.

"Magnus." Kurt said quite suddenly. Magnus thought he was in trouble; Kurt only used his first name when he was going to yell at him. He ducked back against his seat, and waited for the yelling to begin.

"Is there something you're not telling me?"

"Uh, why?"

"Well, you seem to be avoiding home, by staying at work."

"No, I'm not, uh, avoiding home…"

He heard the false note in his voice.


"What, I'm not avoiding home!" Magnus sounded angry.

"Magnus Martinsson, if you don't tell me what's going on I will make you talk to Lisa."

"Fine, fine, fine. I don't want to go home because…because my sister is there with her cousin."


"So, I really don't like him. He is such a jerk! He tries to beat up on me all the time!"

"How old is he?"

"He is thirty five."

"You're only seven years younger than him."

"Only. Right. Don't you stand up for yourself?"

"Of course! We haven't talked since I was, what, twenty one? Now, suddenly my sister appears with her cousin, saying she wants to stay at my house, because she wanted to surprise me. I mean I love her to death, but I have no idea why she is in town. She hasn't told me why, she just showed up as I was walking out the door."

"What happened?"

"I said hi, they walked inside, and I left. I didn't really talk to them."

"Well, let's go. You need to spend some time with your family. I'm taking you to your house."

"No! We're in the middle of a case-"

"Does it look like I care? Besides, I've never met your sister. I'm curious."

"Of course you are." Magnus sat in silence the rest of the way to his apartment. Once Kurt pulled up, he reluctantly got out of the car, and, bringing his bag, went up to the front door and went inside. He heard laughing and a noise that sounded suspiciously like running water. He dropped his bag on the floor at what he saw.

"What the bloody hell is going on here?" He yelled. Water was soaking the kitchen floor. An empty pot lay on its side, and his cousin, Rory, had the water hose from the sink, and thought it would be funny to spray Leslie. She had gotten back at him by throwing a pot of water on him.

"Calm down baby brother." Leslie said, still laughing.

"I can't calm down! You just ruined my kitchen."

"Water doesn't ruin it."

"Water damage! Why did you do this?"

"Calm down, Maggie. We were just having a little fun! Stop being so uptight." Rory said, giving him a slight shove.

"First off, my name isn't Maggie, sorry to burst your bubble, Rowina. Second off, you both are going to clean this up."

"Magnus, breathe. When did you become so uptight? And who is that old guy?" His sister pointed at Kurt.

"That old guy is my colleague. He has a name. It's Kurt Wallander."

"That's nice to know. What's your job?"

"I'm a detective." Rory burst out laughing.

"Detective, right!" He said, laughing some more. Magnus was so mad.

"Do you need some damn proof?" He growled, pulling his badge from his pocket. Rory stared at the badge, trying not to laugh.

"Okay, okay, if you're a detective, where's your gun?" Magnus gritted his teeth, and pulled his gun from the holster at his hip.

"Okay, fine you're a detective. How long, though? A week or two? I'm surprised they haven't fired you yet."

"Three years."

He looked at Magnus. Just from his body language, he could see he hated Rory. And he could see why. Magnus' jaw was taut, the muscles in his back rigid. All in all he was stiff, his hands clenched in fists at his sides.

"Baby brother, what happened to you? You used to be so fun loving, and carefree. This has changed you." Leslie said.

"It's called growing up, Leslie, which I see you're still struggling with." Magnus snapped at her. She looked taken back, and Magnus let out a deep breath. "I'm sorry, Lee, but I can't think straight with him around." Kurt watched Rory's face turn into a scowl.

"What did I do?" He hissed at Magnus.


"Nice answer, twinkle toes. What else you got?"

"I 'got' a gun. Does that answer your question?" Sometimes even Kurt hated American's, which Rory so happened to be.

"Oh, quit playing tough guy, Mr. Macho."

"I'm not playing anything-"

"Will you shut the bloody hell up?" Kurt cut in, looking at Rory, who looked shocked. The expression quickly disappeared, dissolving into a smirk.

"And the man finally decides to speak. What do you plan to do if I don't?"

"Oh, I assure you, you won't like it. Being a detective, I can do quite a bit that you wouldn't enjoy."

"Kurt, can we just go, please?" Magnus asked. "This guy doesn't know anything about what we do, so there is no point in trying to make him grow up."

"You're right. He doesn't know. But he will. He is going to observe us in the case. Then maybe he will learn what you have to deal with out there, and maybe, just maybe, he will grow up." So Kurt grabbed the man by his jacket, and led him out to his car, with Magnus trailing behind, making sure to grab his bag, and Leslie staring after us in shock. The drive to the station wasn't long. Kurt pulled the man into the station with him. Magnus went straight to his cubicle, set his laptop down, then threw the case files onto the table. He pulled pictures of the murdered girl, Christina Everheart, out of the files, and set them out on the table. Kurt pushed Rory into a chair at the table.

"Alright, so Justin Springs is the Rose Killer. He got reckless, and we got a print. This is his note; So you figured out who I am. Very surprised, I say. But you won't suspect a thing, then BAM! You won't know what happened to the day. But don't you worry my dears, you will get your clue. She still goes even after all these years. Just don't let him jump off the cross and say 'boo'!" Magnus read aloud.

"Okay, so we know who he is. What does 'Don't let him jump off the cross and say boo'. What does that mean?"

"I don't know. Cross. Maybe she is going to be taken to a cemetery?"

"Magnus, why would they take her to a cemetery?"

"I don't know. Why would they take her at all?"

"Well, I guess you've got a point there….."

"Yeah I do."

"Well we've got to find her before anything happens…"

"Thank you, Kurt, for stating the obvious. We need to go back to where he ran….we had to have missed something."

"Alright. Lisa, who's going?" Kurt turned to her. She was busy staring at Rory.

"Uh, who is that?" She asked carefully.

"That is my cousin." Magnus said shamefully.

"He seems to like pushing Magnus around. Doesn't take him seriously. Doesn't really care about him. So we-"

"You." Magnus pointed out.

"Fine. I decided he should come in to learn what Martinsson had to do out here, and maybe he would have a little respect for him."

"Is he going to be affecting your job?"

"So far he hasn't said a word."

"Then fine. You and Martinsson….and apparently Rory."

"Alright. Let's go." Magnus stood, and grabbed his bag, then followed Kurt out. Rory followed behind them. They got into the car and drove back to the coffee shop. Magnus immediately got out, and went to where Justin had escaped through the window.

"Kurt!" Magnus said, after looking on his laptop for Justin's address.


"I figured out where he lives!"

"Great. Let's go!" They got back in the car.

Kurt drove to the address on Magnus' laptop. It was eerily quiet. Kurt and Magnus got out.

"Rory, stay here." Kurt murmured quietly. They got out, and both pulled their guns from the holsters on their hips.

"You take back, I'll take the front." Kurt said, while going around front. Magnus slowly went around back, holding his gun steadily at his side. Suddenly he heard a crash, and Kurt yell. Magnus burst through the door, and out to where he had heard the crash. Kurt was laying on the floor, struggling to get up. The front door slammed shut.

"Kurt! Are you okay?"

"I'm lying on the floor, what do you think? Just go after him, you idiot!"

"Right!" Magnus cast one long glance back at Kurt, then ran as fast as he could, with the boot on his foot, after Justin. He had gotten about half a mile away.

"Damn it!" He jumped in Kurt's car, and turned the key. The engine roared to life. He slammed his foot on the pedal, and sped down the road, after Justin. Rory had moved to the front. Justin had run into a field, where they couldn't follow him, but he was still running forward.

"Take the wheel!" Magnus said. He was trusting this maniac to help him catch a bad guy. Rory looked shocked, then grabbed the wheel. Magnus rolled down the window and leaned out. He steadied his hands, let out a deep breath, and pulled the trigger. It was a fast movement. He didn't have time to be slow. He saw Justin fall. He slammed his foot down, stopping the car, then put on the break. He ran out into the field. Justin was clutching his leg, and desperately trying to get away. Realizing he wasn't going to get away, he spun around, yanking a gun from his boot. Magnus froze, pointing a gun at Justin's chest.

"Drop it now Justin!" He yelled at the man who couldn't have been much older than him. Justin didn't look scared in the slightest. Something was seriously wrong with his mind. He stared unblinkingly into Justin's chocolate brown eyes.

"Why in the world would I do that?" Justin asked mockingly.

"Well, you're already in a world of trouble for your murders every week. How old are you?"

"Twenty eight." Justin smirked. Magnus felt sick. Twenty eight? That was only two years older than himself. His hand must have wavered for a second, because the next thing he knew, he was in a headlock, and slammed into the ground. Where the hell was Kurt? He thought he actually heard the breath being forced from his lungs. Magnus looked to where the car was. Or he thought it was. It was nowhere in sight. Great. The bastard had left him alone to die. Before he could react, he was yanked to his feet, his arm twisted painfully behind him. This guy had had special training. Training that not even he himself had. Justin wrapped one muscular arm around Magnus' neck. His leg was still gushing blood, but Justin didn't seem to feel it. Or he chose not to. He was starting to lose consciousness. He needed air. His lungs were burning. He rammed his elbow into Justin's ribs, earning a grunt, but his grip didn't loosen any. He knew it was going to hurt, but he didn't let himself think of that. He lifted up his heavily booted foot, and rammed it down onto Justin's foot. Justin yowled in pain, and let go of Magnus' throat. Magnus fell to his knees, gulping down air. Suddenly he heard the screech of breaks on gravel. Kurt and Rory pulled up. Rory led Kurt to where Magnus was on his knees, and where Justin was clutching his foot and glaring hatefully. Justin rose to his feet, yanking his gun up from the ground and pointing it at Kurt, then at Rory, then decided on Kurt because he was the one with a gun. Kurt jumped at Justin, knocking the gun from his hand, then getting punched in the face. Rory looked ready to take off.

"Damn it, Rory. Stop standing around! Go help Kurt!" Magnus rasped. His ankle was throbbing. He guessed he wasn't supposed to do that with a broken ankle.

"A-alright." Rory stuttered, then slowly made his way to Justin, coming up from behind. He then kicked Rory in the back of the head, as hard as possible. Justin's eyes widened in shock just before his eyes rolled back in his head, and he passed out.

Kurt tried to stem the flow of blood from his nose.

"Martinsson, give me your coat." Kurt demanded.

"Uh, for?"

"My nose is bleeding. What do you think?"

"No. This is my favorite coat. I'm not going to have you getting blood all over it."

"Martinsson, I need the damn coat!"

"Use your own coat."

"I'm not wearing a coat." Kurt said angrily, when suddenly a coat landed in his lap. He looked up, seeing Rory had given him his coat. "Uh, thanks." He said, surprised at the gift.

"Rory, what the hell are you doing?" Magnus demanded, as Rory made his way back to the car.

"Going to the car, what does it look like, Pea brain." Rory replied without a backward glance. Kurt could tell Magnus was about ready to punch the guy.

"Martinsson, don't. He's not worth it." Kurt stared after Rory. Magnus looked down at his fists. Rory looked back at Magnus. There was a spark of something there that wasn't there before. He looked weary of the kid. The spark in his eyes was something he never thought he would see in the young man's eyes. He looked at Magnus. He looked at him with respect in his eyes.

Okay, so I am starting another Wallander fic. I hope it's not absolutely horrible. Please review! And thank you to Mibbles610 for the great reviews! I am welcoming any suggestions for upcoming stories and please if you find any mistakes let me know! Thanks! I love you guys!