Chapters (101)

I1:		When did surveillance find Ross that evening?
Recht:		Late, very late.
I2:		But you didn’t pick him up?
Recht:		We had good reason to believe we had more to gain by leaving him at liberty but under surveillance.
I2:		But he already knew he was being followed. He’d managed to shake them off once; what made you think you’d have better luck this time?
Recht:		At that stage we didn’t realise he’d deliberately lost the tail, or that he knew we had eyes on him. We thought we’d just been careless. These things happen, I’m afraid.
I1:		We’re aware that these things happen, but this was particularly unfortunate, wouldn’t you say? (silence)
I1:		We already know how the situation developed, but we’d like to hear your summary. Night fell, and you had eyes on Ross. Then what? (silence)
Recht:		Then everything deteriorated. Everything and nothing. And the killing . . . wasn’t over.
I2:		How was Bergman at this point?
Recht:		Fredrika was just the same as she always was in a professional capacity – focused and brilliant.
I2:		You had no idea of what was in store for her? (silence)
Recht:		No, and to be honest I’m not sure she had any idea either.

FRIDAY

Chapter 1

It was gone midnight, and Fredrika was still awake. Spencer was lying motionless by her side; she could tell from his breathing that he wasn’t asleep either.

He’s watching me.

She kicked off the covers and got out of bed.

Spencer raised his head from the pillow but didn’t say a word.

Fredrika went into the kitchen, drank some water straight from the tap. She was hot and sweaty. The weather forecast had promised thundery showers during the night. A slight pressure that had started behind her frontal bone had grown into a pounding headache.

She filled a glass with water and went into the living room. Sat down on the sofa, tucked her legs beneath her. She felt insecure. Spencer had noticed the change in her mood, but hadn’t commented. That bothered her, but she was also angry.

He ran over a woman.

He left her on the road, he didn’t even know whether she was dead or alive.

And now he’s put everything right.

She felt like going back into the bedroom and putting the pillow over his face, pressing it down. Certain things shouldn’t be kept secret within a marriage – like past crimes. Particularly if they were as serious as the one Fredrika believed Spencer had committed.

Believed.

That was a difficult word to have to use in this context. She had gone over the situation in her own mind more times than she could count.

She’d read a letter in which the writer confessed to a crime.

She believed the letter had been written by Spencer.

Which could mean that he was the murderer she and Alex were looking for.