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
‘You’ve worked hard for many years to build your relationship with Elisabet Vidje. The fact that you told her about the events leading up to Simon’s death wasn’t a way of easing your conscience, but a calculated risk to regain her trust. You hoped that she would eventually forgive you. Her niece, the only one who jumped into the water to try and save Simon, the only one who took responsibility.’
She pauses, cautiously slides her right hand closer to her pocket.
‘But then Joe Rylander shows up. He uses Simon’s song at the homecoming party to see what happens, and when his tactic succeeds beyond all expectation, Joe is convinced that the four of you have something to hide. He starts snooping around, determined to find out more – presumably here at Änglaberga, then after the party, when he thinks Bruno is still held by the police, at Kotorp.’
Marie raises her eyebrows – and the gun.
‘I mean Norrblicka,’ Anna says, slipping her hand into her pocket. She can feel the phone against her fingertips. She has to keep talking. ‘But, unfortunately, Joe stands on a gin trap that has been set to catch a different kind of predator, and has to call for help.’
She’s not at all sure about this part of the story, but she can’t stop now. She pushes her hand a little deeper.
‘So, you find him there, Marie. You help to free him, then take him back to your home. You even bandage his leg. At some point you work out who he is, and why he’s snooping around.’
She looks to Marie for confirmation, but the woman’s expression doesn’t change.
‘Unluckily for Joe, he can’t keep his mouth shut. He doesn’t know anything about Simon Vidje’s death, but he’s on the trail of another secret.’ She turns to Lisa. ‘He’s realised that Simon is probably your father, which means there’s a new heir to Änglaberga. Someone who, whatever it says in Elisabet’s will, has the right to at least half of the estate.’
She can almost feel the front of her phone now. If she’d had one with buttons, it would have been fine; she could easily have called the emergency number. With a smartphone it’s not that simple.
‘So, Joe demands money to keep quiet about you,’ she says to Lisa. ‘But he picks the wrong person to blackmail. Marie has put everything she has into the family’s building project, and is up to her ears in debt. She can’t afford to pay Joe, but to let him reveal what he knows would cost her even more, and all those years of hard work and sacrifice would be wasted.’
‘So, you killed him?’ Lisa says to Marie. She sounds horrified, as if she still hasn’t grasped the seriousness of the situation.