As I was walking up the steps to my apartment, I heard Bryn’s voice, and I looked up to see her on the roof. The signal-amplifying dish was pointed to the sky, and her cell phone was pressed to her ear. She was speaking in a low voice, so I couldn’t make out many words—just a terse “Ridley, I know what I’m doing.”

I didn’t want to eavesdrop, so I ducked into the apartment. Dagny was in the kitchen, warming up leftover sweet tomato soup and making fig jam and goat cheese sandwiches on the griddle.

“I wasn’t sure when you’d be back, but I made extra just in case,” Dagny said, and then she looked back at me. “You look all sweaty and pale. What happened?”

I sat down at the table and, while she cooked, told her about my experiences with Elof in the Ögonen garden. My stomach started rumbling by the time I finished, and she set a gooey, melted sandwich and a cup of soup in front of me.

“Thank you, this smells delicious,” I said.

“Is Bryn still up on the roof?” She glanced toward the ceiling. “Should I yell up at her and let her know the food’s done?”

I shrugged. “She’s talking to her boyfriend and it sounded tense.”

“He probably doesn’t want her to go,” Dagny said. “I thought it was a little abrupt when she brought it up, but she is a woman on a mission.”

“Go where?” I asked. “What are you talking about?”

“To Fulaträsk,” she replied. “Bryn says she knows a baby there, and she wants to find out who her dad is.”

“What? That doesn’t make any sense.”

Footsteps rumbled across the roof, followed by a bang on the landing outside the front door as Bryn jumped down onto it. A moment later, she came in, her expression unreadable, and she set the amplifier on the shelf by the door.

“So.” Bryn sat down in front of the plate Dagny had left for her at the table. “You found out we’re not sisters.”

“Yeah, Elof told me,” I said.

“My dad’s probably not Iver, but it might not be Indu either.” Bryn took a bite out of her sandwich. She chewed and swallowed before saying, “And you’re probably not Indu’s daughter, but you might be. To know for sure, we need Indu’s blood.”

“And we’re fresh out at the moment,” I said. “Indu and his daughters are hiding out in the wilds of Sweden, and they’ve gone to great lengths to make sure that we don’t remember how to find them.”

“Not all his daughters,” Bryn corrected me.

“That’s the baby you know in Fulaträsk,” I realized. “You’re talking about Bekk Vallin. But she’s still pregnant.”