Jeanette was shouting to her from the grass a small distance away, merrily running away with some of the younger boys chasing her. Kerstin didn’t care about her—that exhilaration might at any moment be transformed into depression and tears, or a thirst for battle and virulence. She was hammered too; there was probably a tear to her clothing or a twisted ankle in her near future.

But Jeanette shouted again. At the same time she was choking with laughter as one of the young guys—Jimmy—wrapped his arms around her from behind and pulled her down into the grass.

“. . . hunting . . . !” Jeanette shouted indistinctly.

Yes, I suppose he is hunting you. Big deal, Kerstin thought to herself.

“A hunting tower or something!” Jeanette tried again, and now the penny dropped.

She was talking about Peter Norling—she was taking advantage of feeling light and happy to think. Kerstin’s heart softened again, and she reflected that Jeanette was fighting things her own way, and that she had underestimated her.

A hunting tower, Kerstin thought to herself. Surely it wasn’t possible to hide something in a place used by many people . . . But a hunting cabin? That sounded more promising. Not that she knew what that was exactly—a cabin for spending time in before and after the hunt, maybe? With a shed where they could hang up the dead animals, perhaps . . . Did they skin them? Or was that an outdoor activity? There might be bunks too, if the hunt lasted for several days.

A hunting cabin was surely not all that different to a summer house, except that it would be out in the middle of the forest somewhere. In other words, a suitable hiding place. But where? In which forest? And even if Jeanette could answer that question, she wouldn’t know the address. If hunting cabins had addresses, that was. Consequently, asking around would not be an option on this occasion.

Then it occurred to her that there had to be a way of finding out which properties someone owned. Maybe you had to go to court, she thought to herself. Wasn’t there a population registry office? That sounded familiar. She got out her mobile and searched using the keywords. She found the property registration database on the Swedish mapping agency’s website. She clicked on “Order information about a property,” but it all looked very complicated. It seemed she needed to represent a company, and she might only be able to find out about one property, rather than seeing which properties someone owned.