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      “And you started to acquire a taste for the money. I get that.” She put the bag down on the table in front of Eskil. “This is quite a stash. I’d guess about a year in prison, wouldn’t you say, Amante?”

      “Maybe two,” he said somberly as he stared at Eskil. “Possession with intent to supply—that’s serious stuff.”

      Julia was having trouble keeping a straight face. Amante was a fast learner.

      Eskil turned even paler. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

      “Come off it. That’s my weed. I’m not some fucking dealer. Look, I’ve told you all I know. The only thing I did was get the master key copied. Then we decided what time was best if you wanted to escape without being spotted. Sarac got out and hid in the trunk of my car during the shift change. Then I let him out at the railway station and gave him a train ticket, a travel card for Stockholm, and a bit of cash. That’s all.”

      “And then you got caught,” Amante said.

      “No, for fuck’s sake! Haven’t you been listening?” Eskil threw his arms out. “They accused me of stealing drugs.”

      “The sleeping pills and tranquilizers that you gave Sarac.”

      “That’s right. I understand the tranquilizers. I mean, the guy wasn’t well. But he already had a bag full of sleeping pills, so I can’t see why he wanted two more. But he said it was important—that he needed to have exactly twenty-five before he left. Otherwise he wasn’t going anywhere.”

      “So it was the pills that got you the sack?” Julia said.

      “Shit, you two are unbelievable,” Eskil groaned. “Aren’t there any entrance requirements for joining the police? I’ve already told you what happened. No one fired me. They couldn’t prove anything, so I was given six months’ wages in return for handing in my resignation. I didn’t want to work there anyway. You’ve seen what it’s like there. It’s a fascist setup. The staff have to give urine samples, all kinds of crap like that …”

      “This mysterious Frank,” Julia said. “Tell us about him again.”

      Eskil let out a theatrical sigh.

      “Like I’ve already said a thousand times: he and Sarac had been on that island together last winter. Where a load of people got killed. That’s why he wanted to talk to Sarac.”

      “And you don’t remember anything else about Frank apart from the fact that he might have had a slight accent, paid well, and acted like a cop?”

      “No. I mean, it’s several months ago now. Actually, he did have a bit of a limp, even though he looked like he was in good shape.”

      Julia started waving the bag of weed again. “What do you think about getting a sniffer dog out here?” she said to Amante. “Turn this apartment upside down. Maybe ask the neighbors if they’ve noticed drug dealing going on here.”

      “Do you want me to call right away?”

      “Probably just as well. Eskil here isn’t exactly a rocket scientist. I doubt we’re going to get anything else useful out of him.”

      She turned toward Eskil and could almost see the cogs turning inside his head. Amante slowly got to his feet and pulled out his cell phone.

      “Wait,” Eskil said. “Wait, for fuck’s sake! I’ve got something you might want to see.”

      He started to dig about in the pockets of his dressing gown. He fished out a smartphone with a cracked screen and started to look through it.

      “Here,” he said eagerly, holding the phone out to Julia. “Sarac made me take a picture.”

      The screen showed a grainy photograph of a man with sharp features. He was half facing away and seemed unaware that he was being photographed.

      “That’s Frank. See what I mean about him looking like a cop?”

       Five

      The rain started falling just as they passed the sports ground on the edge of the village. Tiny drops to start with, barely enough for Julia to switch the windshield wipers on. But gradually the rain got harder, wiping out the distinction between the summer’s evening and the forest spreading out on either side of the road.

      “What do we do now?” Amante said. “Call Pärson and tell him that Sarac isn’t in the home after all? That we’ve got a picture of the man who lured him out and probably killed him?”

      Julia shook her head.

      “It’s too soon to talk to Pärson. This is the Security Police’s case now, and you heard me promise to let go of it completely. And seeing as it was Pärson who tried to convince us that Sarac was in that home, I’m not entirely sure where he stands. But regardless of who we go to with all this, it would be better to wait until we’ve got something more definite than a grainy digital photograph and a first name.”

      “So what are you thinking, then?”

      “I don’t know yet. I need some time to think.”

      Besides, I’m still not entirely sure where you stand either, she thought. You seem a bit too eager to press on with this case.

      “Sure,” Amante said. “We’ve got at least a four-hour drive home, so take as much time as you need.” He started fiddling with the car radio and managed to find three different commercials before he ended up with a soppy Whitney Houston ballad.

      They were approaching a junction beside an old house. From a distance it looked almost abandoned, but as they drove past, Julia could see the ghostly glow of a television in one of the windows.

      “Just think, people choose to live out here,” she said, mostly to give her brain something else to think about for a few minutes. “So far away from absolutely everything.”

      “A surprising number of people are prepared to die for the chance to do that,” Amante muttered.

      “What did you say?”

      He looked up. Didn’t seem to have noticed that he’d spoken out loud.

      “Just that a surprising number of people are prepared to risk their lives to get here. Hundreds of thousands of them.”

      Julia saw an opening and decided to make the most of it.

      “Lampedusa must be a nightmare. Isn’t it? I can understand if you’d rather not talk about it.”

      “At its worst, there were two boats arriving each week.” Amante’s voice was lower all of a sudden, more monotonous. “Well, maybe not boats, exactly. Some of them were little more СКАЧАТЬ