Joona Linna Crime Series Books 1-3: The Hypnotist, The Nightmare, The Fire Witness. Lars Kepler

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СКАЧАТЬ looks back up, with a smile. “I’m sure you will,” he says. “Because when I took over this job, my predecessor told me that if Joona Linna says he’s going to find out the truth, that’s exactly what he’ll do.”

      “We had one or two disagreements.”

      “Yes, she said that, too,” says Jens.

      Joona nods. Motioning towards one of the interview rooms, he asks, “Ready?”

      “We’re questioning Evelyn Ek purely in pursuit of information,” Jens stresses.

      “Do you want me to tell her that she’s suspected of a crime?”

      “That’s up to you; you’re the lead interrogator. But the clock’s ticking. You haven’t got a lot of time.”

      Joona knocks twice before entering the dreary interview room, where the blinds are pulled down over the barred windows. Evelyn Ek sits, her eyes downcast. Her arms are folded across her chest; her shoulders are tense and hunched, her jaw clenched.

      “Hi, Evelyn.”

      She looks up quickly, her soft brown eyes frightened. He sits down opposite her. Like her brother, she is attractive; her features are not striking, but they are symmetrical. She has light brown hair and an intelligent expression. Joona realises she has a face that at first glance might appear plain but that becomes more and more beautiful the longer you look at it.

      “I thought we should have a little talk,” he says. “What do you think?”

      She shrugs her shoulders.

      “When did you last see Josef?”

      “Don’t remember.”

      “Was it yesterday?”

      “No,” she says, sounding surprised.

      “How many days ago was it?”

      “What?”

      “I asked when you last saw Josef,” says Joona.

      “Oh, a long time ago.”

      “Has he been to see you at the cottage?”

      “No.”

      “Never? He’s never been to see you out there?”

      A slight shrug. “No.”

      “But he knows the place, doesn’t he?”

      She nods. “We went there when he was a little kid,” she replies.

      “When was that?”

      “I don’t know … I was fifteen. We borrowed the cottage from Auntie Sonja one summer when she was in Greece.”

      “And Josef hasn’t been there since?”

      Evelyn’s gaze suddenly flickers across the wall behind Joona. “I don’t think so,” she says.

      “How long have you been staying there?”

      “I moved there just after term started.”

      “In August.”

      “Yes.”

      “You’ve been living in a little cottage in Värmdö for four months. Why?”

      Once again her gaze flutters away, moving behind Joona’s head. “So I could have peace and quiet to study,” she says.

      “For four months?”

      She shifts in the chair, crossing her legs and scratching her forehead. “I need to be left in peace,” she says with a sigh.

      “Has somebody been bothering you?”

      “No.”

      “When you say that you want to be left in peace, it sounds as if someone’s been bothering you.”

      She gives a faint, joyless smile. “I just like the forest.”

      “What are you studying?”

      “Political science.”

      “And you’re supporting yourself on a student loan?”

      “Yes.”

      “Where do you buy food?”

      “I bike to Saltarö.”

      “Isn’t that a long way?”

      Evelyn shrugs her shoulders. “I suppose so.”

      “Have you seen anyone you know there?”

      “No.”

      He contemplates Evelyn’s smooth young forehead. “You haven’t seen Josef there?”

      “No.”

      “Evelyn, listen to me,” says Joona, in a new, more serious tone. “Your brother told us that he was the one who murdered your father, your mother, and your little sister.”

      Evelyn stares at the table. Her eyelids tremble; a faint flush rises on her pale face.

      “He’s only fifteen years old,” Joona goes on.

      He looks at her thin hands and the shining, brushed hair lying over her frail shoulders.

      “Why do you think he’s saying he murdered his family?”

      “What?” she asks, looking up.

      “It seems as if you think he’s telling the truth,” he says.

      “It does?”

      “You didn’t look surprised when I said he’d confessed,” says Joona. “Were you surprised?”

      “Yes.”

      She sits motionless on the chair. A thin furrow of anxiety has appeared between her eyebrows. She looks very tired, and her lips are moving slightly, as if she is praying or whispering to herself. “Is he locked up?” she asks suddenly.

      “Who?”

      She doesn’t look up at him when she replies but speaks tonelessly down at the table. “Josef. Have you locked him up?”

      “Are you afraid of him?”

      “No.”

      “I thought perhaps you were carrying the gun because you were afraid of him.”

      “I hunt,” she replies, meeting his gaze.

      There’s something peculiar about her, something СКАЧАТЬ