She needed to dress more warmly if she was going to withstand waiting him out in the chill of the boathouse. Jana Berzelius was back at the summerhouse and went up to the second floor, looking in her bag for clothes and quickly putting them on.

She hurried down the hall past the library and noticed the binders she had left on the floor. She should put them back, she thought.

One after another, she slid them back onto the bookshelf, putting them in exactly the same places they had been.

Her father wouldn’t notice anything.

Just as she was about to close the last binder, she stopped. She laid her index finger on one of the documents and began reading. Her father had commented on the result of a judgment with a: “GB.”

She had reacted to those initials earlier and now flipped through more pages, scanning the comments more closely on each page. Sometimes there were three lines; other times he almost filled the margin of a whole page with thoughts:

SC determined that the crime should be tried as a drug offense of standard degree. The sentence for both defendants was prison for seven months (benefit for GB).

Her amazement grew as she examined the comments more carefully.

Key witness Anton Ekstam silenced (GB).

Silenced?

She took a deep breath and pulled out her cell phone. She opened the browser and googled Anton Ekstam. The first hit was a list of people who had disappeared in Östergötland in the 2000s.

In October 2002, 31-year-old Anton Ekstam from Motala disappeared without a trace. Police and family members conducted an intensive search for two weeks, but Anton was never found...

Jana looked down at the binders again, trying to understand what she was on the verge of finding out.

When she opened the fifth binder, she arrived at a very unpleasant conclusion. There stood:

Bolanaki contacted witness Lina Bergvall to “clarify some unclear points from the hearing.”

Bolanaki?

Jana only knew one Bolanaki.

Gavril Bolanaki, GB.

She put the binders next to each other on the floor, stood up and looked at them. They lay open in a circle around her. She knelt, flipping through pages, comparing and checking.

She realized the initials GB appeared on numerous pages, relating to many different legal proceedings.

She quickly read more of her father’s comments.

Witness blamed “poor memory.”

Claimed a lack of proof.

Improper seizure protocol established.

What had earlier seemed to be an incredibly successful career in the Public Prosecution Office now seemed to be something completely different.

She bent down to change the order of the binders when she suddenly froze. Car headlights flashed between the curtains, bobbing lights that created moving shadows on the walls in the hall. She cast an uneasy glance out the window and hoped to see a snowplow. But it was her father’s black Mercedes, and it pulled in right next to her BMW in front of the house.