Linda, As in the Linda Murder

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On his penultimate night in Växjö, Jan Lewin dreamed of that summer when his dad taught him to ride a bicycle. The summer he got his first proper bike, a red Crescent Valiant. The summer his dad died of cancer.

When he woke up, and emerged from the bathroom, he had to open the window to get some air. It was raining outside. A gentle rain under dark skies. And it had turned cold as well.

What am I doing here? he thought. It’s over now. It’s time to go home.