The dramatic shootout in Ljunghusen. He was sitting on the sofa with his mother watching TV, and he heard them read out his description. The man, who is the object of a nationwide manhunt, is about twenty years of age, below average height, has long blond hair, and was last seen wearing jeans and a dark windcheater. He glanced sideways at his mother. She was busy with her knitting, wrinkling her brow and moving her lips. Counting stitches, probably. The description was not especially detailed, nor especially accurate. He had just passed his nineteenth birthday, but he knew from experience that people often took him for sixteen or seventeen. He had been wearing a black leather jacket. Moreover, his mother had cut his hair the previous evening, under simulated protest. The newscaster also said that he was presumed to be driving a light-green Chevrolet with three sevens in the licence number. Funny they hadn't found the car. He hadn't taken any special pains to hide it. They were sure to find it any moment now.
