Marked For Life. Emelie Schepp

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СКАЧАТЬ busy with paperwork and reviewed lots of documents. He didn’t like the computer at all and wanted to use it as little as possible so I had to print out all documents and reports for him.”

      “Were you usually here with him when he was working?” said Mia and pointed at Lena with her pen.

      “No, not on Sundays. He wanted to be by himself, alone, that was why he liked working evenings and weekends. Nobody was here to disturb him.”

      Mia nodded and wrote in her notepad.

      “You said that certain persons can behave threateningly. Do you have a list of the names of all the asylum seekers that we can take with us?” said Henrik.

      “Yes. Of course. For this year, or further back?”

      “This year’s list would suffice to start with.”

      Lena went into the database on her computer and ordered a printout. Her laser printer came to life and started delivering page after page with names in alphabetical order. Lena picked them up as they came out. After twenty pages, a warning lamp started to flash.

      “Oh, how annoying, it’s always going wrong,” she said, and turned red in the face. She opened the paper tray which—to her surprise—was not empty.

      “Oh, what’s the matter now?” She pushed the tray back in. The printer made a noise but again the red lamp indicated that something was wrong.

      “Apparatuses are best when they work properly, aren’t they?” she said in an irritated voice.

      Henrik and Mia just sat there in silence.

      Lena opened the tray, saw that there was still some paper left and closed it again, this time with a bang. The printer started up, but no pages came out.

      “Oh, why are you being so difficult!” Lena hit the start button with her fist and that got the printer to work. Embarrassed, she ran her fingers through her hair until all the pages printed out. Just then, the phone rang and in a short conversation the receptionist informed Lena that Jens Cavenius had arrived.

      * * *

      Jens Cavenius stood leaning against a pillar in reception. The nineteen-year-old looked as though he had just woken up. His eyes were red, and his hair was flattened on one side and untidy on the other. He was wearing a lined jean jacket and white Converse sneakers. When he caught sight of Henrik and Mia, he approached and stretched out his arm to shake hands.

      “Shall we sit down?” Henrik asked.

      He gestured toward a sofa and armchairs to the right of reception, which was surrounded by two-meter-high plastic Yucca palms. Some Arabic brochures were in a display on the white coffee table.

      Jens flopped onto the sofa, leaned forward and despite his red-shot eyes, looked expectantly at Henrik and Mia. They sat down opposite him.

      “You worked here on Sunday?” Henrik said.

      “Yeah, sure,” said Jens and clapped the palms of his hands together.

      “Was Hans Juhlén here then?”

      “Yep. I chatted a bit with him. He was the boss, like.”

      “What time was it then?”

      “Perhaps around half past six.”

      Henrik looked at Mia and saw that she was prepared to take over the questioning. With a nod he let her do so.

      “What did you talk about?” she said.

      “Well, it was more like we said hello to each other. You could say,” said Jens.

      “Okay?” said Mia.

      “Or nodded, I nodded to him when I went past his office.”

      “There was nobody else here then?”

      “No, no way. On Sundays it’s just dead here, like.”

      “When you went past Hans Juhlén’s office, did you see what he was doing then?”

      “No. But I could hear him using the computer keyboard. You know, you’ve got to have good hearing to be a security guard, so you can notice sound that might be weird or something. And my night vision is pretty good too. I was the best in the test in fact, in the selection. Not bad, eh?”

      Mia was hardly impressed by Jens’s senses. She raised her eyebrows to indicate ridicule and turned toward Henrik, whose gaze had fastened on one of the Yucca palms.

      When she saw that Henrik appeared to be lost in thought, she thumped him on the arm.

      “Hans Juhlén’s computer?” she said.

      “Yes?” said Henrik.

      “He seems to have used it quite a lot.”

      “Yes, all the time,” said Jens and clapped his hands.

      “Then I think we should take it with us,” said Henrik.

      “So do I,” said Mia.

CHAPTER EIGHT

      POLICE OFFICER GABRIEL MELLQVIST was shivering. It was cold. His shoes were leaking and the cold rain trickled down from his cap onto his neck. He didn’t know where his colleague Hanna Hultman was. Last he saw her, she was standing outside house number 36 ringing the doorbell. Together they had gone door-knocking at about twenty detached houses this morning. None of the residents had made any observations that were of any importance to the investigation. And not a single strange man or woman had been glimpsed. On the other hand, most people weren’t even at home on Sunday. They had been at their summer cottages, on golf courses, at horse-jumping competitions and God knows what. A mother had seen a little girl go by, probably it was a playmate who was going home for the evening, and Gabriel wondered why she had even bothered to mention it to him.

      He swore to himself and looked at his watch. His mouth was dry, and he was tired and thirsty. They were clear signals that his blood sugar was too low. Even so, he went off to the next house which was behind a high stone wall.

      Door-to-door canvassing was not his favorite occupation. Especially not in the rain. But the order had come from the very top of the criminal department and that meant it was best to do as he was told.

      The gates were closed. Locked. Gabriel looked around. From here he could hardly see Östanvägen 204 where the murder had been committed. He pressed the intercom next to the gate and waited for an answer. Pressed again and added a “Hello!” this time. Gave the locked gates a bit of a push and they rattled. Where the hell was Hannah now? She couldn’t be seen anywhere on the street. She couldn’t have gone down one of the parallel streets. No, not without telling him first. She’d never do that. He sighed, took a step back and walked straight into a puddle. He felt how the cold water was sucked up by the sock in his right shoe. Oh great! Really great!

      He looked up at the house again. Still saw no sign of life. He wanted most of all to give up and go off to the nearest lunch place and just get some grub. But then he saw something out of СКАЧАТЬ