The Sandman. Ларс Кеплер

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СКАЧАТЬ The other man stumbles after him. The knife blade flashes as he stabs with it. The bearded man moves backwards, waving the bottle and hitting the other man in the head. The bottle breaks and green glass flies around the fur hat. Joona has an impulse to reach for his pistol, even though he knows it’s locked away in the gun cabinet.

      The man with the knife stumbles but manages to stay on his feet. The other is holding the jagged remains of the bottle.

      There’s a scream. Joona jumps over the piled-up snow and ice from the gutters.

      The bearded man slips on something and falls flat on his back. He’s fumbling with his hand on the railings at the top of the steps.

      ‘My money,’ he repeats with a cough.

      Joona sweeps some snow off a parked car and presses it to make a snowball.

      The man in the chequered coat sways as he approaches the prone man with the knife.

      ‘I’ll cut you open and stuff you with your money—’

      Joona throws the snowball and hits the man holding the knife in the back of the neck. There’s a dull thud as the snow breaks up and flies in all directions.

      ‘Perkele,’ the man says, confused, as he turns round.

      ‘Snowball fight, lads!’ Joona shouts, forming a new ball.

      The man with the knife looks at him and a spark appears in his clouded eyes.

      Joona throws again and hits the man on the ground in the middle of the chest, spraying snow in his bearded face.

      The man with the knife looks down at him, then laughs unkindly:

      ‘Lumiukko.’

      The man on the ground throws some loose snow up at him. He backs off, putting the knife away and forming a snowball. The bearded man rises unsteadily, clinging to the railing.

      ‘I’m good at this,’ he mutters as he forms a snowball.

      The man in the chequered jacket takes aim at the other man, but abruptly turns round instead and throws a ball that hits Joona on the shoulder.

      For several minutes snowballs fly in all directions. Joona slips and falls. The bearded man loses his hat and the other man rushes over and fills it with snow.

      The woman claps her hands, and is rewarded with a snowball to her forehead which sits there like a white bump. The bearded man bursts out laughing and falls backwards into a pile of old Christmas trees. The man in the chequered jacket kicks some snow over him, but gives up. He’s panting as he turns to look at Joona.

      ‘And where the hell did you come from?’ he asks.

      ‘National Criminal Police,’ Joona replies, brushing the snow from his clothes.

      ‘The police?’

      ‘You took my child,’ the woman mutters.

      Joona picks up the fur hat and shakes the snow off it before handing it to the man in the jacket.

      ‘Thanks.’

      ‘I saw the wishing star,’ the drunken woman goes on, looking Joona in the eye. ‘I saw it when I was seven … and I wish you’d burn in the fires of hell and scream like—’

      ‘You shut your mouth,’ the man in the chequered jacket shouts. ‘I’m glad I didn’t stab you, little brother, and—’

      ‘I want my money,’ the other man calls with a smile.

       39

      There’s a light on in the bathroom when Joona gets home. He opens the door slightly and sees Disa lying in the bath with her eyes closed. She’s surrounded by bubbles and is humming to herself. Her muddy clothes are in a big heap on the bathroom floor.

      ‘I thought they’d locked you up in prison,’ Disa says. ‘I was all prepared to take over your flat.’

      Over the winter Joona has been under investigation by the Prosecution Authority’s national unit for internal investigations, accused of wrecking a long-term surveillance operation and exposing the Security Police rapid-response unit to danger.

      ‘Apparently I’m guilty,’ he replies, picking her clothes up and putting them in the washing machine.

      ‘I said that right at the start.’

      ‘Yes, well …’

      Joona’s eyes are suddenly grey as a rainy sky.

      ‘Is it something else?’

      ‘A long day,’ he replies, and goes out into the kitchen.

      ‘Don’t go.’

      When he doesn’t come back she climbs out of the bath, dries herself and puts on a thin dressing gown. The beige silk clings to her warm body.

      Joona is standing in the kitchen, frying some baby potatoes golden brown when she comes in.

      ‘What’s happened?’

      Joona glances at her.

      ‘One of Jurek Walter’s victims has come back … he’s been held captive all this time.’

      ‘So you were right – there was an accomplice.’

      ‘Yes,’ he sighs.

      Disa takes a few steps towards him, then gently rests her palm flat against the small of his back.

      ‘Can you catch him?’

      ‘I hope so,’ Joona says seriously. ‘I haven’t had the chance to question the boy properly, he’s in a bad way. But he should be able to lead us there.’

      Joona takes the frying pan off the heat, then turns and looks at her.

      ‘What is it?’ she asks, suddenly looking worried.

      ‘Disa, you have to say yes to the research project in Brazil.’

      ‘I’ve told you, I don’t want to go,’ she says quickly, then realises what he means. ‘You can’t think like that. I don’t give a damn about Jurek Walter. I’m not scared, I won’t be governed by fear.’

      He gently brushes aside the wet hair that has fallen over her face.

      ‘Only for a little while,’ he says. ‘Until I get this sorted out.’

      She leans against his chest and hears the muffled double beat of his heart.

      ‘There’s never been anyone but you,’ she says simply. ‘When you stayed with me after your family’s accident, well, СКАЧАТЬ