Patsy Lahue-gravitt

“Martinsson fired. Wallander watched Lucia fly back and put his hand up to his shoulder. The gun fell from his hand and landed outside the counter. With a bellow Martinsson yanked himself free of the guy ropes and launched himself at the counter, straight at the wounded man. The counter collapsed, and Martinsson landed in a jumble of leather jackets.
Wallander lunged forwards and grabbed the gun from mud. He saw Skinhead dash past him into crowd. No-one seemed to have noticed the shots. The traders in the surrounding stalls had watched in amazement as Martinsson made his ferocious tiger pounce.
“Get after him,” Martinsson shouted from the heap of leather jackets. “I’ll take care of this bastard.”
― Henning Mankell, Faceless Killers

“You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not.”
― Jodi Picoult, My Sister's Keeper

“In many ways Martinsson was the opposite of Svedberg: he was coming up to 30, born in Trollhättan, and had set his sights early on a police career. As a police officer, Martinsson was impulsive and sometime careless, but he often had good ideas and his ambition meant that he worked tirelessly when he though he could see a solution to a problem.”
― Henning Mankell, The Dogs of Riga

“Martinsson had sifted through the tip-offs. Everything that the police learnt was fed into a computer. Then he did a rough sort. The most ridiculous ones never got beyond the print-outs.
“Hulda Yngveson phoned from Vallby and said that is was the disapproving hand of God that dealt the blow,” said Martinsson.
“She always calls,” sighed Rydberg. “If a calf runs off, it’s because God is displeased.”
“I put her on the C.F. list,” said Martinsson.
The sullen atmosphere was broken by a little amusement when Martinsson explained that C.F. stood for “crazy fools”.”
― Henning Mankell, Faceless Killers