“Thank you so much,” Ola said, ending the call.

He pulled the keyboard to himself and punched the fifteen digits into the computer.

“There are a number of ways to trace a cell phone,” Ola said, “but this is the most reliable. If Jana has it on, that is.”

Ola leaned forward and continued working on the computer.

“Yes,” he said, clapping his hands together.

Per leaned over his shoulder and saw the blue dot on the screen.

“Can you see where she is?” he asked.

“You can see where her cell phone is, at least.”

“And where is it?”

Ola turned the screen toward him, and a map slowly appeared bit by bit.

“It’s still in Norrköping,” he said.

“But where?” Per asked impatiently.

Ola pointed to the screen, drawing a little circle around the blue dot with his finger.

“In the Lindö neighborhood,” he said.

* * *

She watched him walk to the desk. His wrinkled hands trembled as he picked up the necklace and let it swing between his fingers.

Jana Berzelius stepped forward from the shadow behind the door.

Karl looked up at the reflection in the window and she knew that he was conscious that she was there in the room.

“You’ve always known who I actually am, haven’t you?” she asked.

“Yes,” he said without turning around.

Slowly, he walked around the desk and sank into the chair, which rocked slightly. He laid the necklace in front of him and leaned his head back. He closed his eyes and breathed calmly, as if he was saving his strength but was aware enough if something should happen.

“Why have you never told me?” she said.

“Would you have believed me? You didn’t know yourself who you were or what you’d been through. You don’t even remember Gavril Bolanaki.”

She looked at her father, at his old, deeply lined face.

“But you’ve clearly known him a long time.”

He opened his eyes but didn’t answer.

“I found binders in the summerhouse,” she began, waiting then for his reaction.

But he continued to remain silent.

“I know that you’ve deliberately influenced the outcome of over a hundred court cases,” she continued.

“That’s how it had to be. I had no choice.”

“You let innocent people be sentenced to long prison terms on false grounds. You acquitted guilty people for lack of proof. You created false police reports and seizure receipts, even silenced witnesses...”

“I had no choice, I said!” He brought his fist down on the desk so hard that the necklace jumped. His eyebrows had sunken down near the bridge of his nose.

“Everyone has a choice. What did Bolanaki give you in return? Did he give you money? Power?”

“I was a good prosecutor, Jana.”

She shook her head slowly, doubtfully.

“I don’t understand. How has no one discovered what you’ve been doing all of these years?”