Chapters (83)
- Cover
- Maps
- Epigraph
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- Chapter 69
- Chapter 70
- Chapter 71
- Chapter 72
- Chapter 73
- Chapter 74
- Chapter 75
- Chapter 76
- Chapter 77
- Epilogue
- About the Author
It’s him, Karen thinks twenty minutes later as she climbs back into her car. Gundar Freske can be linked to both Loa Marklund and Anita Kollbar via New Builds Ltd. The former complained about his smoking and the latter signed his eviction notice. And Sandrine Broe knew him from the pub The Pirate.
I’m onto you now, you bastard.
Chapter 35
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‘Not enough? Seriously, how much do you need?’
Karen stares at Karl Björken. She has pulled him into one of the interview rooms to recount her conversations with Sandrine Broe and Anita Kollbar.
‘To bring him in?’ Björken replies with a shrug. ‘More than this, that’s for sure. I doubt Freske’s the only person in Moerbeck with connections to both Loa Marklund and Anita Kollbar. After all, Marklund was pretty querulous, if I’ve understood it right, and Kollbar must have signed hundreds of unpleasant letters.’
‘And Sandrine Broe? How do you explain that?’
Karl waves his hand dismissively.
‘If that really was Freske she had an argument with. You said she wasn’t even sure herself if it was the man in the picture you showed her.’
‘She said he was older. That’s all. And she’s right about that, given as how the driving licence is from ’07.’
‘Maybe. But there’s also the small detail that Gundar Freske’s in a wheelchair, according to our own guys.’
Karen looks up at the ceiling and groans. She can’t repeat what Loa Marklund wrote in her complaint one more time. Karl already knows. And he knows she knows.
‘What did Greta Hansen say, by the way?’ he says, stifling a yawn.
‘Nothing,’ Karen mutters grumpily. ‘She didn’t recognise the name and hasn’t been in touch about the picture I sent her. Have you found anything?’
‘Not much. The guy is thirty-seven years old. No information about an employer, but also nothing about early retirement or anything like that, so I assume he gets paid under the table.’
‘Or lived off his mother,’ Karen says. ‘That tracks with his rent delinquency after she passed away.’
‘No criminal record. Never seems to have owned a passport and the most recent version of his driving licence was issued just over ten years ago and has expired. Not so much as a speeding ticket on it, so I have no idea why he hasn’t renewed it.’
‘I’ll bet you anything he rides a moped. Probably can’t afford a car. Guy can’t even pay his rent.’
Karl nods.
‘Point. According to the Vehicle Licensing Agency, he doesn’t own a car. But like I said, that’s not enough.’
‘Besides, we don’t even know if the mopeds have anything to do with the attacks,’ Karen grudgingly admits. ‘Unfortunately, I have to side with Johannisen on that: it’s a pretty weak lead. Freske, on the other hand; a bloke his age, still living at home . . .’