Back Deeds of Autumn
Chapters (71)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Epigraph
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Chapter 37
  42. Chapter 38
  43. Chapter 39
  44. Chapter 40
  45. Chapter 41
  46. Chapter 42
  47. Chapter 43
  48. Chapter 44
  49. Chapter 45
  50. Chapter 46
  51. Chapter 47
  52. Chapter 48
  53. Chapter 49
  54. Chapter 50
  55. Chapter 51
  56. Chapter 52
  57. Chapter 53
  58. Chapter 54
  59. Chapter 55
  60. Chapter 56
  61. Chapter 57
  62. Chapter 58
  63. Chapter 59
  64. Chapter 60
  65. Chapter 61
  66. Chapter 62
  67. Chapter 63
  68. Chapter 64
  69. Author’s Note
  70. Extract from Rites of Spring
  71. 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.