Chapters (45)
- Cover
- Back Cover Text
- Booklist
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Acknowledgments
“We hope to question her further,” Jana interjected, “above all on the question of the man who picked her up at the train station.”
“What do we know about who she was working for at this point?” Anders asked.
“At present, not much,” Henrik said.
“But we are working on it,” Gunnar added quickly.
“How, if I may ask?”
“The plan is to continue questioning Pim, of course,” Jana said.
“Yes,” Henrik said, “but we have also gotten a description of the man who picked her up. We’ve also gotten hits on the dead woman’s passport, isn’t that right, Ola?”
Ola leaned forward, his knit cap pulled partially back so that it resembled a pointy mountaintop on his head.
“Thai Airways confirms that Siriporn Chaiyen was on a plane from Bangkok that landed at Kastrup Airport in Copenhagen on Thursday morning.”
“And Pim? Or, I mean, Pimnapat?” Mia asked.
“That’s more difficult,” Ola said. “Not one single name began with ‘Pim.’”
“But she could have come on a different flight,” Henrik said.
“Or she could be lying,” Mia said. “Her real name might be there.”
“How were the tickets booked, do we know?” Jana asked.
“The ticket,” Ola said. “Only one ticket was booked in Siriporn Chaiyen’s name.”
“Online?”
“Via a travel agency in Bangkok.”
“And payment?”
“No information, so probably cash.”
Ola pulled his hand over his cap.
“It would have been easier if we’d had her passport,” he said. “But sooner or later, we’ll find out her name.”
“I wonder about that,” Henrik said. He wasn’t at all sure that Pim would tell them of her own accord.
“But what has she said so far about the drug smuggling?” Anders asked.
“She’s quite unclear about that,” Jana said.
“I agree,” Henrik added. “But she thinks that the man who picked her up at the station had made a mistake regarding her and Noi. She claims that she was only traveling with Noi to keep her company...that she never had anything to do with drugs.”
“And what do we think about that?” Anders asked.
“Doubtful...” Henrik said.
He paused for a moment.
“Okay, if we don’t have any more questions for the moment about the Thai women, I thought we could shift to case number two. Robin Stenberg,” Henrik said, flipping through his papers. “He was found murdered in his home yesterday, and the perpetrator or perpetrators are still on the loose. The technical investigation has just been completed and...what should I say, nothing of value has been found. A pack of ham in a vegetarian’s refrigerator is our best clue at the present moment. We also know that Robin was convicted of possession of heroin and that this could be a connection to the case with the Thai women.”
“Isn’t that drawing a hasty conclusion?” Anders asked. “Connecting the murder of Robin Stenberg to narcotics smuggling?”
“We are making no assumptions here,” Gunnar said.