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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

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.