" The police car bellowed through the night. The tail lights of the car in front came closer. All around them, but especially to the right, lay Stockholm with its hundreds of thousands of glittering lights reflecting in dark bays and inlets. Church spires stood silhouetted against a starry sky. The moon was out. “Now we’ve got the son "

― Maj Sjöwall , Cop Killer (Martin Beck, #9)