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
Caia shakes her head. ‘One thing I’ve learned over the years is not to do business with friends. It never ends well.’ She steps back and raises one hand. ‘Give my best to Nedanås,’ she says with that wry smile. ‘I don’t think I’ll be back for quite a while.’
She stands in front of her big house with her arms defiantly folded as Anna and Jens drive away, a dwindling figure in the wing mirror until she disappears completely.
‘So, what do you think?’ Jens says.
‘They’re lying.’
He raises his eyebrows. ‘Who’s lying?’
‘All of them.’
Chapter 46
46
Autumn 2017
On Wednesday morning Anna presses the wrong button on her phone and switches off the alarm instead of setting it to snooze. She has to gobble down her breakfast standing by the sink, then drive as fast as she dares along the steep, winding road down the ridge. When she arrives at the station she is still firing on all cylinders, and it takes her a few minutes to notice that the atmosphere is somewhat subdued. She unlocks her office door and has only just sat down when Jens Friberg appears. He’s wearing his uniform, to her surprise.
‘Hi,’ she says, thinking he’s come to discuss the previous day’s interviews. Then she notices his stiff expression.
‘I think it’s best if I revert to my previous duties,’ he says tersely. Before she has time to reply, he’s left and closed the door. She doesn’t understand, and is about to go after him when her mobile rings. It’s her solicitor.
‘Have you seen the article?’
‘What article?’
‘In the Express. Third article down.’
He gives her a few seconds to find the right website.
CHIEF OF POLICE QUESTIONED ABOUT
EX-HUSBAND’S DEATH
The headline turns her stomach to an ice-cold hollow that grows bigger and bigger as she reads. She isn’t named, but as the paper refers to her as a newly appointed chief of police in Skåne with considerable experience of murder investigations, it really doesn’t matter.
‘That’s not all,’ her solicitor goes on. ‘I’ve just spoken to Santesson, and of course he insists that his department isn’t responsible for the leak. He went on at length about how regrettable it is that the case has come to light – all bullshit. As you can see, he has no intention of dropping the inquiry. Instead, he’s requested another forensic examination of the infusion pump, and this time he’s not satisfied with the local technicians. He’s sent the pump off to the lab in Linköping – top priority.’
He falls silent, waiting for her to say something.