“This is the girl who was standing outside the door, who ran away when I opened it. I couldn’t stop her. I wanted to, but I couldn’t. I had to stay with the girl in the bathroom. Noi, her name was.”

“Noi? You mean Siriporn? The girl who died?”

“No...” Mats looked confusedly at him. “I mean Noi.”

Henrik cast a glance at Marianne.

“Think carefully, Mats,” his wife said.

“Was her name Noi?” Henrik asked.

“I don’t know.” Mats sighed. “But that’s what she said, the other one, the one who ran away. When I came down the aisle, I saw her standing there, banging on the bathroom door. She was yelling ‘Noi’ again and again. I assumed that was the girl’s name. And when I had opened the door, she ran away. I called out to her to stop, but she didn’t.”

Henrik thought for a moment.

“Where were they while the train was moving?”

Mats rubbed his eyes and raked a hand through his hair. He seemed tired now, weary of thinking, of remembering. He took a deep breath before he answered.

“Both were in Car 5, but they weren’t sitting together. They were each in their own seat, one in front of the other, if that makes sense. There were plenty of open seats. The train wasn’t full.”

“How were they acting?”

Mats wrinkled his forehead as if he didn’t understand the question.

“Were they nervous, uneasy, sullen, angry?”

“No, they mostly just slept.”

“Where did they get on the train?”

Mats lay down with his head on the pillow and looked at the ceiling.

“They got on at the start, in Copenhagen.”

“And they were heading for...?”

“Norrköping. That’s why she screamed...why I needed to open the door. They were supposed to get off.”

Mats paused, closed his eyes. Marianne stroked his cheek in an attempt to comfort him, but he turned his face away.

“I’ll leave you to rest now,” Henrik said. “Thank you for seeing me.”

Marianne nodded in response.

Henrik met her gaze and saw that she was holding her husband’s left hand in both of hers.

* * *

“So Anders is still in town?”

Gunnar Öhrn glared at Carin Radler, who was sitting in a visitor’s chair in his office.

“Yes, and the next time you call a meeting, it’d be best if you let him know,” she said, crossing one leg over the other. She bounced one high-heeled foot up and down.

“Or he’ll make sure he’s here in the building,” Gunnar said.

“Which he’s doing anyway after he’s gotten settled in the hotel.”

“Is it certain that he’s staying here?”

“Considering that we have just had a case of narcotics smuggling fall into our laps, yes.”

“He’s not going to give up?”