She continued down the stairs, barely conscious of the fact that she was walking more quickly now that her thoughts were back at Knäppingsborg, seeing Robin’s slim body, the panicked look on his face, the stars tattooed on his temple and his worried voice saying that he had to call for help.

That he had witnessed her violent encounter with Danilo gave her an uneasy feeling.

She pushed open the door to the parking garage just as a police car swung out from a parking space and disappeared in the heavy snowfall, its lights flashing.

* * *

Henrik Levin pushed the gray button that opened the door to the Psychiatric Clinic at Vrinnevi Hospital. They had hoped that someone would soon come forward with information that would help them find the missing woman, and he realized now that he had the most faith in the train attendant, Mats Johansson.

Henrik shook hands with Mats’s doctor and exchanged a few words with him before being allowed into the patient’s room.

A woman was sitting on the bed, and he met her brown eyes. She drew her hand through her curly hair before standing and quietly introducing herself as Marianne.

“I’m Mats’s wife,” she added, taking Henrik’s jacket and hanging it carefully on a hook on the back of the door. As quietly as possible, she moved her chair closer to the bed, sat down and took her husband’s left hand in hers.

“Mats,” she whispered. “You have a visitor.”

Henrik stood on the other side of him and observed his angular face, the wide mustache, the thin hair and pale skin. Mats’s eyes moved under his closed eyelids.

“He’s been dreaming a lot,” Marianne said, smiling apologetically. “It’s horrible, of course, to witness such a thing...and on his train, too... He’s been rambling quite a bit.”

“What does he say?” Henrik asked.

“Mostly nonsense, actually.”

Marianne chuckled.

“I heard that,” Mats said, opening his eyes. He lifted himself up on one elbow with a great deal of effort and looked at Henrik.

“Hi,” Henrik said, putting his hand out. “I’m Detective Chief Inspector Henrik Levin. I need to talk with you, ask a few questions.”

“Okay,” Mats said, weakly shaking Henrik’s hand.

“As I understand it, you found the woman in the train bathroom.”

Mats nodded.

“Yes, I found her. She was lying in there...on the floor.”

“Can you tell me anything else about it?”

Mats bit his upper lip.

Henrik took the close-up picture from the security camera out of his pocket.

“I’m going to show you a photo now, and I want you to look at it very carefully.”

Mats sat up and looked at the photograph for a long time—at the black hair, the narrow eyes, the pale skin.

“Do you recognize this woman?” Henrik asked. “This isn’t the one you found in the bathroom.”

Mats nodded.