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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

He turns back to Agnes.

‘I sell the skins, but this one is a fine boar, so I’ll probably fix it up instead.’

‘Fix it up?’ Agnes sounds genuinely interested.

‘Stuff it. I’ve got a good collection at home. Call in and have a look. You can take some pictures if you want.’

‘Thank you – I’d like that.’

Anna glances at her watch. ‘We’d better head home. It will be dark soon.’

Agnes rolls her eyes but doesn’t complain, for once.

‘By the way, do you know if there’s a quarry around here?’ Her tone is friendly and cheerful, but Mats’s face darkens.

‘Not here,’ he mumbles. ‘In the forest on the other side of Änglaberga. But you shouldn’t go there.’

‘Why not?’

He shakes his head. ‘It’s a terrible place. Dangerous.’ He falls silent. He has no more to say on the subject.

‘OK, thanks for the warning!’

They say their goodbyes and Anna, Agnes and Milo set off along the path. Mats stays where he is, feet planted on either side of the badger as he watches them go. When Agnes looks back, he raises a hand and waves.

Chapter 4

4

28 August 1990

All five of them were lying on their towels in the last patch of afternoon sunlight. Bruno had stayed out of things when Alex reluctantly allowed Marie to change the music for a mix tape of chart hits: Alannah Myles, Madonna, Cher.

‘Fucking shite,’ Alex muttered to Bruno, but this time he didn’t get the usual agreement. Bruno always avoided ending up in the crossfire between Alex and Marie. Alex closed his eyes. He was snoring quietly within a couple of minutes.

The girls had taken off their T-shirts and were sunbathing in their bikini tops and shorts. Carina had smothered herself in something that smelled of coconuts and made her tanned skin glisten. Marie was less curvaceous and considerably paler than Carina. She also had several birthmarks; Bruno knew she was slightly embarrassed by them, but they didn’t bother him at all. In fact, he thought they gave her more character. After a while Carina turned over to let the sun get at her back. She undid her top to avoid strap marks. The curve of her breasts was clearly visible from the side, particularly when she raised her head to say something. Bruno tried to avoid looking in her direction, which wasn’t easy. Carina was attractive; there wasn’t a guy in the area who didn’t know who she was, but she was Alex’s girlfriend. They’d been together ever since they started high school – maybe even longer.

Simon, on the other hand, was nowhere near as subtle. Bruno could see him glancing repeatedly at Carina’s body; he didn’t seem to care if anyone noticed. For some reason this annoyed Bruno.