Authors: Lars Kepler
As the judge turns to Vicky and tells her that she is free to go, Elin breaks into a large smile. She can’t help herself. Afterward, though, Johannes takes her aside and warns her: “Even though Vicky is not in custody, she is still a suspect in two murders and—”
“I know that.”
“If the prosecutor presses charges, we might be able to win in court. That wouldn’t mean she’s innocent,” Johannes says. “She could still be guilty.”
“I know she’s innocent,” Elin says, aware of how naïve she must sound.
“It is my job to warn you,” Johannes says.
“Even if Vicky were involved … Well, she’s much too young to go to jail,” Elin tries to explain. “Johannes, I can give her the best care in the entire world. I have already hired people to help me, and I’ve asked Daniel to stay with us, since Vicky feels secure around him.”
“That’s good of you,” Johannes says softly.
“We’ll consider all the options and find out what is best for her. That’s all I really care about,” Elin says, taking Johannes’s hands. “Maybe Daniel can continue her therapy for a while. Maybe we will entrust someone else with that. But I will not let her down again. I won’t do that.”
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While Johannes Grünewald meets with the journalists in the National Police Bureau press room, Elin and Vicky leave Stockholm in Elin’s Jeep. They have already passed between Haga Park, where Crown Princess Victoria lives in her castle, and the enormous cemetery where the socialist August Palm lies buried.
The aroma of Italian leather fills the roomy interior. Elin’s left hand on the steering wheel is bathed in the amber light from the instrument panel, and the autumnal sound of Bach’s first cello suite pours from the speakers.
Elin looks at Vicky’s calm face and smiles to herself.
In order to escape media attention, Elin is taking Vicky to her mountain cabin, where they will stay until the trial starts. The cabin is a 4,500-square-foot house in the foothills of Tegefjäll outside Duved.
There, Vicky will have around-the-clock care. Elin’s local maid, Bella, is already at the cabin, and Daniel set out just ahead of them in his own car. A nurse will arrive tomorrow.
Vicky showered and washed her hair at the hospital, and her hair now smells of cheap shampoo. Elin bought her jeans, shirts, underwear, socks, and sports shoes, as well as a Windbreaker, and Vicky picked out the pair of black Armani jeans and a baggy gray sweater from Gant. The rest of the clothes are still in their bags in the backseat.
“What are you thinking about?” Elin asks.
Vicky doesn’t answer. She’s staring at the road. Elin turns down the music a little.
“You’ll be found innocent,” Elin says. “I’m absolutely sure of it.”
They’ve now passed through the suburbs and there are fields and patches of forest on either side of the highway.
Elin offers Vicky some chocolate, but she shakes her head.
She looks much better today. Her face has more color and the bandages are gone. Only the cast on her thumb is still there.
“I’m so glad that Daniel is able to join us,” Elin says.
“He’s good,” Vicky says.
Elin caught a glimpse of his golden Audi Kombi near Norrtull, but she’s fallen behind him since.
“Is he better than the other therapists you’ve met before?” asks Elin.
“Yeah.”
Elin lowers the volume a bit more.
“Do you want him to continue to work with you?”
“If I have to.”
“It would be a good idea for you to continue therapy for a while,” Elin says.
“In that case, then Daniel.”
The farther north they drive, the more autumn makes itself known. Mile by mile, there’s less green and more yellow and red. The fallen leaves form glowing lakes around the base of the tree trunks. They whirl over the highway.
Elin and Vicky do not speak for a while, then, out of the blue, Vicky says, “I need my stuff.”
“What stuff?”
“My things. The stuff I left behind.”
“Your belongings have been moved to the house where the other girls are living now,” Elin says. “At least, the things the police didn’t take with them. I can see that someone picks them up for you.”
She glances at the girl and thinks that her things are important to her.
“Or would you like to get them now?”
Vicky nods.
“All right, if that’s what you want. I’ll call Daniel,” Elin says. “After all, it’s on the way.”
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The sun is setting behind the evergreens when Elin turns off the highway at Jättendal and parks behind Daniel’s car. Daniel is waiting for them, a pink cooler by his side. He waves and they get out of the car and stretch their legs. Daniel unpacks the cooler, and they each have a cheese sandwich and a bottle of Trocadero while leaning against the car and gazing over the train tracks to the fields beyond.
“I called my substitute at the house up there,” Daniel tells Vicky. “She doesn’t think it’s a good idea for you to come inside because of the other girls.”
“What harm would it do?” asks Elin.
“I don’t want to see them anyway,” Vicky says. “I just want my stuff.”
They get back into their cars. A winding road leads them past lakes and Falun-red cottages and barns, through the forest, and to the coast.
They park outside the house where the girls from Birgittagården are staying. On the other side of the road, a World War II naval mine is standing beside an old gas pump. Seagulls are perched on the telephone poles.
Vicky unfastens her seat belt but stays in the car. She watches Elin and Daniel head straight toward the house and disappear behind the lilac bushes.
Just ahead, where the road forks, there’s an old midsummer pole and the harbor lies beyond. Vicky looks out over the calm surface of the water, then she takes the new cell phone Elin has given her out of its box and peels the plastic from the screen.
* * *
The girls are standing by the window when Daniel and Elin walk up the steps to the large veranda. Daniel’s substitute, Solveig Sundström, is already standing outside the front door. It is clear that she’s not happy to see them. She tells them that they are not welcome to stay for dinner.
“Could we come in and say hi at least?” asks Daniel.
“Preferably not,” Solveig replies. “It would be better if you tell me what you need and I go to look for it.”
“There are quite a few things—” Elin begins to say.
“I can’t promise I’ll find them all.”
“Just ask Caroline, then,” Daniel says. “She usually has things under control.”
While Daniel asks how the girls are doing and what they are up to, Elin is looking at their faces in the window. They’re pushing one another and she can hear their voices through the glass although she can’t make out what they are saying. Indie and Nina are standing next to each other, and Lu Chu pushes herself to the front of the pack and waves. Elin waves back. The only girl that Elin can’t see is little red-haired Tuula.
* * *
Vicky is putting a SIM card into her cell phone. She looks up. A shiver goes down her back. She thinks she’s seen someone moving outside the car. Maybe it’s just the wind tossing the leaves of the lilac bushes.
It’s twilight now.
Vicky looks back at Daniel’s car, at the midsummer pole, the fence, and the lawn in front of the dark red house.
A light is shining on the mast of a boat moored far out on the pier. Its reflection quivers on the black water. Frames used for cleaning fishing nets, abandoned long ago, stand in the meadow near the harbor like soccer nets lined up in a row. Hundreds of iron hooks are still fastened to them.
Vicky catches sight of a red balloon rolling along the lawn in front of the house where the girls live.
She gets out of the car and walks slowly toward the house. She stops and listens. The light from the windows is falling on the birch tree’s yellow leaves.
She can hear mumbling and wonders if someone is out there in the darkness. She leaves the gravel path. The balloon rolls past a volleyball net and finally stops when it gets tangled in a hedge.
“Vicky?” a voice whispers.
Vicky whirls around but sees no one. All her senses are heightened.
The settee creaks and starts to swing. The old weathervane turns in the wind.
“Vicky!” A sharp voice close beside her.
Vicky turns to the right and stares into the darkness. It takes her a few moments before she sees Tuula’s narrow face peeking out from among the lilac bushes. She’s holding a baseball bat. It is so heavy that the tip of the barrel is resting on the ground. Tuula wets her lips and stares at Vicky with bloodshot eyes.
* * *
Elin leans against the veranda railing and looks to see if Vicky is still in the car. It’s too dark to make her out. Daniel is talking to Solveig. Elin listens to him explain that Almira needs to continue her therapy and that she reacts badly to high doses of antidepressants. He asks again if he can come in, but Solveig says that the girls are now her responsibility. However, she lets Caroline come out on the veranda. Caroline hugs Daniel and greets Elin.
“I’ve packed all of Vicky’s things,” she says.
“Is Tuula inside?” Elin asks. Her voice is tense.
“Yeah, I think so,” Caroline says, surprised. “Would you like me to get her?”
“Yes, please get her,” Elin replies. She tries to look calm.
Caroline goes back inside and calls for Tuula. Solveig looks at Daniel and Elin with mistrust.
“If you’re hungry, you can have some apples. I’ll tell one of the girls to get some,” she says.
Elin doesn’t reply. She walks down the steps into the garden. Behind her, she can still hear Caroline calling for Tuula.
It is so dark now that the ocean is invisible. The settee squeaks as it swings.
Elin is trying to be quiet, but her high heels clatter on the paving stones as she hurries around the corner of the path. The lilac bushes are rustling. It sounds like a rabbit running away. The branches move and Elin almost runs into Vicky.
“Good God!” Elin exclaims.
They look at each other. Vicky’s face is pale in the weak light. Elin feels her pulse beat in her temples.
“Let’s go to the car,” she says, leading Vicky away from the house.
Elin glances over her shoulder and sees Caroline running up to them. She’s holding a big plastic bag.
“I couldn’t find Tuula,” she says.
“Thanks for your trouble,” Elin replies.
Vicky takes the bag and looks inside.
“Most of your stuff is there,” Caroline says. “But Lu Chu and Almira used your earrings to bet with when they were playing poker.”
As Vicky and Elin drive away, Caroline stands and watches them go. Her face is deeply sad.
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Elin can see Daniel’s headlights in her rearview mirror the entire time she’s driving on the E14. There’s almost no traffic, just a few freight trucks, but it still takes them three hours to reach the ski resort area. Even in the darkness, they can see the lifts and support poles for Åre’s immense cable car on the mountainside. Six kilometers before Duved, they turn onto a narrow gravel road that zigzags up Tegefjäll. Leaves and dust swirl in the beams of the headlights.
Soon they pass through the open gates and wind up the driveway to Elin’s cabin. It is a large, modernist house of poured concrete, all right angles and straight lines. Its huge rectangular windows are hidden behind aluminum shutters.
They park the cars in a garage with room for five vehicles. A tiny blue Mazda is already there. Daniel helps Elin carry the luggage into the living room. Some lights are already on and Elin walks to a switch and presses it. The aluminum shutters creak as their panels separate. Light from the security lamp outside slips in through hundreds of small holes and, with a great deal more creaking, the metal shutters begin to roll up.
After a while, it’s quiet again. The mountainous landscape looms outside the enormous windows. The security light has switched off and there are small glimmers of light from houses in the distance.
“Wow,” Vicky says as she looks out.
“Do you remember my ex-husband, Jack?” Elin asks Vicky. “He built this mountain hideaway. Well, he didn’t build it himself, he had other people build it. He just told them he wanted a bunker with a view.”
An older woman wearing a green apron comes down the stairs from the upper floor.
“Hello, Bella,” Elin says. “I’m sorry we were so late.” She hugs the woman.
“Better late than never,” Bella smiles, and explains that she’s made up the beds in all the rooms.
“Thanks,” Elin says.
“I didn’t know whether or not you would do any grocery shopping on the way up, so I just bought a little bit of everything. There’ll be enough for a few days.”
Bella starts a fire in the huge fireplace. Afterward, Elin follows her to the garage and says good night. When she returns, she finds Daniel in the kitchen, making supper. Vicky is sitting on the sofa, crying. Elin hurries over and kneels in front of the girl.
“Vicky, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
The girl gets up and locks herself in the guest bathroom, off the living room. Elin rushes back to the kitchen.
“Vicky has locked herself in the bathroom!”
“Would you like me to talk to her?”
“Hurry!”
Daniel follows Elin to the bathroom door. He knocks and tells Vicky to open the door.
“No locked doors,” he says. “You remember the rules, don’t you?”
A few seconds later, Vicky comes out of the bathroom. Her eyes are damp. She heads back to the sofa. Daniel exchanges a look with Elin and then sits down next to the girl.
“Do you remember how you were sad when you came to Birgittagården?” he says after a while.
“I know. I should have been happy,” she replies without looking at him.
“Coming to a place is always the first step toward leaving it,” he says.
Vicky swallows hard and tears spring back into her eyes. She lowers her voice so that Elin can’t hear what she says.
“I’m a murderer.”
“Don’t say that unless you are absolutely sure that it’s true,” Daniel says calmly. “I can tell by your voice that you don’t believe it is.”