Back Marked for Revenge
Chapters (45)
  1. Cover
  2. Back Cover Text
  3. Booklist
  4. Dedication
  5. Prologue
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. Chapter Nine
  15. Chapter Ten
  16. Chapter Eleven
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Chapter Thirteen
  19. Chapter Fourteen
  20. Chapter Fifteen
  21. Chapter Sixteen
  22. Chapter Seventeen
  23. Chapter Eighteen
  24. Chapter Nineteen
  25. Chapter Twenty
  26. Chapter Twenty-One
  27. Chapter Twenty-Two
  28. Chapter Twenty-Three
  29. Chapter Twenty-Four
  30. Chapter Twenty-Five
  31. Chapter Twenty-Six
  32. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  33. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  34. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  35. Chapter Thirty
  36. Chapter Thirty-One
  37. Chapter Thirty-Two
  38. Chapter Thirty-Three
  39. Chapter Thirty-Four
  40. Chapter Thirty-Five
  41. Chapter Thirty-Six
  42. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  43. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  44. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  45. Acknowledgments

“You will be able to go home, but first I want to ask for your help,” he said. “Last time I was here, you talked about a girl. Do you remember that?”

She nodded.

“What did she look like?”

“Like me,” she whispered. “But she had a big scar on her forehead.”

Pim pointed at her own forehead, at her hairline.

“Did she go there with you?”

“No, she was already there.”

“She was already there?”

“Yes, on the upper floor.”

“Think really, really carefully now. Do you remember her name?”

Pim scratched her arm, thinking for a moment.

“Her name was Isra.”

“Did you talk to her?”

“Not much,” Pim said. “She cried when he pulled the tape from her mouth and when he went out, I asked her what her name was, but I didn’t dare talk any more with her because if he heard us talking, he would definitely have hurt us.”

“In my hand, I’m holding photographs of two men. I want you to look at them and say if you recognize either of them.”

Henrik took the pictures out of the envelope and placed them in front of Pim.

“Look carefully. Do you recognize either man?”

Pim looked hesitantly at the photos as if she were scared for what she thought she might see. In the next second, her hands flew to her mouth.

“Him!” she screamed, pointing.

Her eyes were filled with fear.

Henrik picked up the picture she had pointed to. He studied the man with the dark hair, brown eyes, chiseled face.

“Was he the one who held you captive?” Henrik asked.

“Yes,” Pim said.

“And you’re completely certain?”

“Yes...”

Henrik looked at the picture again, shuddering as he met the man’s gaze. He picked up the phone and first called Gunnar Öhrn, then the prosecutor in charge of the preliminary investigation, Jana Berzelius.

* * *

Jana Berzelius stepped into the district court in Norrköping soberly dressed in a slim-fitting black jacket and matching slacks. Her blouse was creamy white with a round neckline. She had selected pointy-toed high heels by Yves Saint Laurent.

A female voice came over the speakers calling all parties and agents to Courtroom 2, where the court was conducting a hearing of case B3980-13 regarding an assault at a bar.

She double-checked that her cell phone was silenced and saw that Henrik Levin had called.

She stepped to the side and listened to the voice mail just to be safe. It was a short message, but what he said made the room spin.