Chapters (71)
- Cover
- Dedication
- 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
- Author’s Note
- Extract from Rites of Spring
- About the Author
Anna searches for relatives and discovers that his parents are dead and he’s never been married. However, there are three children, all by different women. The first child, a daughter, was born at the beginning of the ’90s when Rylander was only in his early twenties. The other two didn’t come along until he was well over thirty, and are still minors. She decides to ask one of her team to inform the eldest daughter of his death, and find out what she wants to do with the body when it’s released. She closes the file. Kent Joakim Rylander lived as a parasite feeding off other people, avoiding all responsibility, and even though he had three children, he lacked close family. He also died as he lived – alone. Anna thinks of Agnes. Their relationship is back to square one, and she has to find a way to deal with that. Try to get back to how things were over the weekend.
Tell her, Håkan whispers. You know you have to.
She pushes him away, takes a snap of Rylander’s photo with her phone and sends it to DJ Kristian. Then she calls him and asks him a straight question.
‘Yes, that’s the guy who gave me the USB stick.’
‘Are you absolutely sure?’
‘As sure as I can be. The photo looks as if it was taken a while ago. Why do you want to know – I thought you’d dropped the case?’
‘Have you ever heard of Kent Joakim Rylander?’
‘I don’t think so. Is that his name?’
‘Yes.’
‘Like I said, I’d never seen him before. Why is this so important?’
‘Rylander was found dead yesterday, over in the quarry at Glarea.’
‘Shit!’ His tone changes from slightly put out to curious. ‘What happened?’
‘That’s what we’re trying to establish. At the moment it seems as if you were the last person to speak to him, so I’d like you to think carefully about what he said and how he seemed.’
There is silence on the other end of the line for a few seconds. ‘As far as I remember, he just showed up. Held out a USB stick and a five-hundred-kronor note and asked me to play the track when Caia Bianca was on the dance floor. He said I’d get the same amount again afterwards. I thought it was a bit weird, but stranger things have happened. I did a season in Ibiza—’
‘Where’s the USB stick now?’ she interrupts him.
‘I don’t know. I went back to the park on Sunday to pick up my stuff, and it was gone.’
‘And you can’t think of anything else? Something you forgot to mention before?’
Another silence. ‘Actually, there is something.’
‘What?’ She presses the phone closer to her ear.
‘When Alex Morell was holding me down, the other guy was yelling something in my ear. The cook – what was his name?’