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
Anna doesn’t say anything for a few seconds; she is trying to work out what’s going on. Is this just a bad joke on a new colleague, the kind of thing that used to happen in Stockholm? She can’t see any indication of that in Friberg’s rigid expression. However, Frida is smiling in a way that is anything but pleasant. There are several empty spaces both behind and in front of Anna’s car; she considers pointing this out, but refrains. This discussion is not about traffic regulations at all. Out of the corner of her eye she sees Agnes, chatting to a group of people her own age. Anna feels curiously vulnerable. She takes a deep breath. ‘My d . . . daughter is here now,’ she says, unable to stop herself from tripping over the second word.
Friberg stares at her, his eyes grey and cold, his face still expressionless.
‘Good,’ he says, and closes the window.
*
Agnes isn’t particularly talkative in the car. The open, friendly girl Anna glimpsed over the weekend has disappeared; all her attention is on her phone. This would normally irritate Anna, but today it suits her very well. It gives her the chance to calm down and analyse what just happened. The more she thinks about it, the more convinced she is that Friberg followed her from the police station, looking for an opportunity like this. A chance to catch her in the gap between her professional role and her private life, and to challenge her authority. And his annoying female sidekick would definitely make sure that everyone heard about how Friberg had put the new boss in her place. As they begin to climb the ridge, she realises that she herself will have no opportunity to respond.
One: she shouldn’t have parked in the drop-off/pick-up zone, and Friberg was only doing his job by pointing this out. In fact, he was demonstrating his professional integrity by not differentiating between a police officer and a member of the public.
Two: she hasn’t yet taken over officially. She and Morell are working in parallel for the rest of the week, so if she wants to hit back, send Friberg down to the archive or get him cleaning patrol cars for a few days, she will have to involve Morell, which of course is out of the question.
Three: after Morell’s little speech in the car the other day, it is clear that the sympathies of the station are already with Friberg. If she attempts to squash him as soon as she takes command, it might look as if she’s punishing him for being her rival for the post.