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

She had imagined him as a typical short fat Skåne civil servant with a combover, but in fact he is tall and skinny, like a long-distance runner. His hair is receding, but instead of fighting the inevitable he has shaved it off. The eyes behind the designer glasses are alert, and his suit is anything but cheap.

‘Thank you,’ she says, not quite sure how to continue.

The woman sitting next to Bengt solves the problem for her.

‘Marie Sordi,’ she says, warmly squeezing Anna’s hand. ‘We’re really looking forward to working with you, Anna. You’re such a role model – woman, boss, mother, police officer!’

Marie is almost as tall as her father, and has the same elongated equine face. The glasses and dark trouser suit she is wearing merely serve to reinforce the impression. Her hair is presumably naturally curly, just like her younger brother Mats’s tousled mop, but it is kept in check by a short, fashionable cut.

‘I met Bruno at the restaurant,’ Anna says. ‘Your husband is an excellent chef.’

‘That’s good to hear,’ Marie replies. ‘Just wait until he has free rein and doesn’t have to stick to his father’s boring old menus!’

‘Oh, I don’t know,’ Bengt says with a smile. ‘Sometimes it can be good to lean on the experience of the older generation, wouldn’t you say?’ At first Anna thought the comment was aimed at Marie, but when Bengt winks and jerks his head in the direction of Henry Morell, she realises he’s speaking to her.

‘Henry’s been a great help,’ she murmurs, eliciting a satisfied smile from Morell. She’s about to say more, then she recalls the meeting at the restaurant, and Alex Morell’s arrival in her office. The feeling is the same. This apparently accidental encounter has been arranged. Marie is the third of the four surviving friends from the quarry she has met within just a few days. She can’t help hearing Elisabet Vidje’s voice.

Henry Morell is manipulating you!

‘So, you’ve been in Stockholm?’ she ventures in an effort to get her brain to change tack. Marie nods.

‘We had a meeting with the party and one or two others. Is it OK if I tell her, Dad?’

Bengt Andersson nods and smiles.

‘It’s not yet official, but the infrastructure minister has approved the new railway initiative for southern Sweden,’ Marie says, sounding delighted. ‘Towards the end of next year, the long-distance trains will stop at Nedanås. We’ve also signed a declaration of intent with one of the big e-commerce companies; they’re planning to build a logistics centre, hopefully with the help of state development funding. That will bring lots of new jobs, and fresh opportunities for the community.’

‘Congratulations,’ Anna says. ‘That’s excellent news.’