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
The nausea comes from nowhere, starting deep in her stomach and finding its way upwards.
‘Excuse me, I just need to . . .’ She sets off for the toilets as calmly as she can, breaking into a run only when she is two metres away. She drops to her knees in the cubicle and throws up.
*
She sleeps through the flight home and lands at Sturup late in the afternoon. Her mind feels slow, and it isn’t until she’s in the car that she is able to summarise the day. She has done her best and she hasn’t been arrested, which of course is a plus. However, the investigation is still going on, and humiliating Santesson in front of the bulldog hasn’t done her any favours. The chief prosecutor is not the type to take something like that lying down, and he is bound to welcome the first opportunity for revenge. The question is when and how, but she can’t think about that right now. She just wants to get home.
That’s how she has started to regard both Nedanås and Tabor. She and Agnes have lived here for only a few weeks, but the place already feels like home.
She has two missed voicemail messages on her phone. The first is from Rylander’s stepfather. The unpleasant scrap dealer whines about Rylander’s mail, and mumbles something about ‘sending the whole pile of crap to the police’ before he hangs up. The second message is much nicer. A soft female voice introduces the caller as Lisa Savic, Joakim Rylander’s eldest daughter. She says she will be coming to Nedanås next week to collect her father’s belongings, and will be in touch then.
Anna is still not thinking straight, and it’s a good few miles before the penny drops. The surname is the same as the woman who was with Rylander at the quarry and later at the petrol station – Tanya Savic, who died of an overdose in 2002. Call-me said he’d spoken to the daughter about the mother, but Anna hadn’t made the connection until now. Joakim Rylander and Tanya Savic had a child together – a daughter called Lisa. Does that have any relevance to the case? After a while she concludes that it doesn’t.
She continues along the main road, and eventually passes the sign for Reftinge. Before long she comes across a large petrol station. Was this the place where Rylander was arrested on the night Simon died? She decides to check it out. The woman on the checkout is about twenty-five, and turns out to be the owner’s daughter. Anna shows her ID and explains why she’s there. The woman calls her father and asks if he remembers the incident. She’s in luck – it’s the right petrol station and the right person. The woman hands her the phone.