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

Silence. ‘I’ll get rid of them. It’s not my fault that Pawel can’t read warning notices in Swedish.’

‘That’s not why I’m calling.’ She realises how irritated she sounds, and modifies her tone. ‘Where have you set traps?’

Silence again, as if Mats is trying to work out what she wants him to say. ‘In the forest up here,’ he says. ‘Not far from where I caught that badger the other week, when you and Agnes were there. But I’ve put up notices.’

‘Anywhere else?’

Another silence.

‘You can’t tell anybody. She’ll be furious if she finds out.’

‘Who? Where else have you set your traps?’

Mats sighs loudly. ‘In Vargadalen.’

‘Vargadalen? Behind Kotorp?’

She can almost hear the last pieces of the puzzle falling into place in her brain. Suddenly she understands how everything fits together.

‘It’s called Norrblicka,’ Marie says from the doorway. ‘Not Kotorp. Put the phone down please, Anna.’

Her voice is icy. In her hand is a black pistol.

Chapter 60

60

Autumn 2017

Anna and Lisa are sitting in armchairs, while Marie is standing in the middle of the room in front of them.

‘This belonged to my grandfather,’ Marie says, weighing the gun in her hand. ‘He got it from a German deserter during the war. Aunt Elisabet kept it in her safe, but before you get any ideas, I know that Klein tested it once a year to make sure it was still working, just in case . . .’ She makes a little circle in the air with the barrel. ‘And now is the time for “just in case”, wouldn’t you say?’

Lisa hasn’t said a word for the last few minutes, but she seems to have recovered from the shock – partly, at least. ‘Why . . .? What . . .?’ She turns to Anna.

‘Änglaberga,’ Anna says slowly. ‘This isn’t about Simon’s death, it’s about Änglaberga. That was why Joe Rylander died, wasn’t it?’

Marie gives a crooked smile.

‘Marie’s father, Bengt, and the local gravel company, Glarea, need new resources to replace the open cast mine down in the village,’ Anna goes on. ‘Marie’s place has no land left, but there’s plenty at Änglaberga. Rocks, gravel, stone that will last a lifetime, securing job opportunities, growth and property prices. And of course it will provide the seller with enough money to finish her dream project.’

Marie’s smile grows a little wider.

‘What they say about you is true, Anna – you really are good. So, tell me, what other conclusions have you reached?’ She draws another little circle with the gun.

Anna thinks about the phone in her pocket, whether she should try to reach it. She moves a fraction to make it easier.