Magnus Martinsson was driving rather recklessly down that long dirt road that led to his Ystad home. It had been snowing lightly for the past 3 hours, and in the darkness, visibility was about 2 meters in front of you.
Slushy snow splashed onto the dirt side of the road, as he stepped in the gas, gripping the wheel with white knuckles.
Wallander had done it again. He managed to somehow piss off the young detective with more tedious, mundane tasks. Searching through files upon files of woman with initials AC. Or the time he was told to answer every call that came into the station, from missing cats to stolen wallets.
But this time he was really set off. Not only was Magnus kept away from the action, but he was to sit in his station looking up every blonde man in Ystad over 18 years of age; 8,563 search results.
There had been no new cases in about six months, and the evidence on the stolen car was wearing everyone thin.
Martinsson went to turn the corner when something on the side of the road caught his eye. Now even though Magnus wore contacts, he was about ninety percent sure he had seen a person lying on the dirt. He stopped the car fast, causing his head to hit the back of the driver's seat hard.
He took a deep breath and turned on his high beams, illuminating the naked body on the side of the street.
Almost instantaneously, he was out of his car and into the bitter cold. The harsh February wind whipped around the curls on his head, and slapping his bare face with tiny ice crystals.
He blinked in the snowy darkness and trotter over to the girl curled up on the dead grass. He knelt over the motionless body, checking her pulse.
Her skin was cold and gray, and her pulse was just barely there. He let out a sigh of relief, and took off his long black coat, draping it over her small figure.
The cold immediately engulfed the young detective and he let out a shiver. The night was negative two degrees, but the wind chill made it feel much colder.
"I've got you now," he whispered to himself, but it was meant for her.
He carefully reached around her shoulders and under her legs to pick her up, carefully not to expose too much of her skin to the harsh weather.
She was surprisingly light in his arms and didn't stir, not even after being placed into his warm car.
The rest of his drive home was short and in a moment she was dressed and lying in Martinssons bed.
He carefully put one of his shirts on her, and lied next to her, trying to get her body temp up from nearly hypothermic. Her breath was cold and she wasn't letting out so much as a shiver. Her skin was still cold to the touch and lying next to her made Magnus shiver. He pulled the blankets father up, and wrapped his arms around her body.
After about a half hour, the girls skin started to warm up. Her fingers were turning a light pink colour and Magnus left her in the bed, not wanting to scare her if she woke up.
Not ten minutes had passed before Martinsson had realized that he left his phone in his room. He carefully turned the hands and tried to push the door open as quietly as he could manage.
He crept quietly through his room and grabbed his phone off of his desk. He flipped open his phone and dialed his boss.