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time.”
“They get it right from the very beginning. Just look at their soccer teams.”
“One of their officers calls the Malmströms every couple of days. But it’s mostly to offer a little TLC.”
“Hmm.”
“That’s their thing. He’s called a family liaison officer or something like that.”
“Uh-huh.”
“The chief investigator picks one right away. At least some of them do.”
“You did the same thing.”
“If you’re referring to Möllerström, I had no choice.”
Before Ringmar could answer, the phone in his breast pocket started to ring. He pressed the green button and mumbled his name. “I’ll see if I can find him,” he said with his eyes on Winter. He put the phone on his desk and motioned to the corner of the room.
Winter followed behind him.
“It’s your mother.”
“Is she sober?”
“Getting there.”
“What does she want?”
Ringmar shrugged.
Winter walked back to the desk and picked up the phone.
“Hello?”
“Erik!”
“Hi, Mom.”
“We were so worried.”
“Were you?”
“We read about the second murder.”
“I’m a little busy right now, Mom. Was there something else on your mind?”
“Your sister called. I know she’d like to hear from you a little more often.”
“She could have told me that directly without calling all the way to Spain.” Winter rolled his eyes in Ringmar’s direction. “I promise to give her a call,” he continued. “Bye for now, Mom.”
He pushed the red button and handed the phone back to Ringmar. “Women,” he said.
Ringmar cleared his throat. “And where’s your phone, may I ask?”
“It’s charging in my office.”
“Okay.”
“I put it on call forwarding.”
“That’s what I figured.”
“The cell phone is a monstrous invention,” Winter said. “I’ve seen people standing on opposite street corners talking to each other.”
“It’s modern man’s way of keeping himself company.”
“Just imagine if lightning struck and zapped you back in time. There you are in exactly the same spot, but it’s six hundred years earlier.”
“Hmm.”
“It’s raw and chilly and there’s nobody else around. The only thing you have with you is your phone. You duck behind a tree to hide from some knights that come charging down the path, or whatever it’s called, and you realize that something crazy is going on. Do you follow me?”
“Perfectly.”
“All you can do is try not to panic. When you’ve gotten a grip on yourself, you call home and Bodil answers. Still with me?”
“Keep going.”
“Here you are in the Middle Ages and you’ve got your wife on the line. Pretty amazing, isn’t it?”
“Fascinating.”
“What a movie it would make.”
“With me in the lead role?”
“That’s not for me to say. But here’s the best part of it—or the worst. There was no electricity back then, so you don’t have anywhere to plug in your battery charger. You stand there talking to Bodil, and you know that as soon as the battery runs out, it’s all over. You’ll be alone forever.”
“What a grotesque story.”
10
A MASSIVE EFFORT WAS UNDER WAY.
Twenty men had rung every bell in the neighborhood, and Möllerström was working overtime entering all the information they had gathered into the database.
A couple of days after Jamie’s murder, rumors had begun circulating that Sture Birgersson was thinking about calling in the National Criminal Police Corps, and the issue resurfaced when Winter’s team convened to discuss the latest murder. Halders, who had heard the scuttlebutt, made a grimace that changed his appearance only slightly. “I’d rather eat shit.”
Winter laughed out loud, which was unusual for him, especially at meetings. “I believe Fredrik just summed up all of our feelings.”
“Stockholm is a great city,” Djanali mused, looking out the window toward Skövde and Katrineholm. She turned back and eyed Halders. “Nice people, cultured, easy to be
“They get it right from the very beginning. Just look at their soccer teams.”
“One of their officers calls the Malmströms every couple of days. But it’s mostly to offer a little TLC.”
“Hmm.”
“That’s their thing. He’s called a family liaison officer or something like that.”
“Uh-huh.”
“The chief investigator picks one right away. At least some of them do.”
“You did the same thing.”
“If you’re referring to Möllerström, I had no choice.”
Before Ringmar could answer, the phone in his breast pocket started to ring. He pressed the green button and mumbled his name. “I’ll see if I can find him,” he said with his eyes on Winter. He put the phone on his desk and motioned to the corner of the room.
Winter followed behind him.
“It’s your mother.”
“Is she sober?”
“Getting there.”
“What does she want?”
Ringmar shrugged.
Winter walked back to the desk and picked up the phone.
“Hello?”
“Erik!”
“Hi, Mom.”
“We were so worried.”
“Were you?”
“We read about the second murder.”
“I’m a little busy right now, Mom. Was there something else on your mind?”
“Your sister called. I know she’d like to hear from you a little more often.”
“She could have told me that directly without calling all the way to Spain.” Winter rolled his eyes in Ringmar’s direction. “I promise to give her a call,” he continued. “Bye for now, Mom.”
He pushed the red button and handed the phone back to Ringmar. “Women,” he said.
Ringmar cleared his throat. “And where’s your phone, may I ask?”
“It’s charging in my office.”
“Okay.”
“I put it on call forwarding.”
“That’s what I figured.”
“The cell phone is a monstrous invention,” Winter said. “I’ve seen people standing on opposite street corners talking to each other.”
“It’s modern man’s way of keeping himself company.”
“Just imagine if lightning struck and zapped you back in time. There you are in exactly the same spot, but it’s six hundred years earlier.”
“Hmm.”
“It’s raw and chilly and there’s nobody else around. The only thing you have with you is your phone. You duck behind a tree to hide from some knights that come charging down the path, or whatever it’s called, and you realize that something crazy is going on. Do you follow me?”
“Perfectly.”
“All you can do is try not to panic. When you’ve gotten a grip on yourself, you call home and Bodil answers. Still with me?”
“Keep going.”
“Here you are in the Middle Ages and you’ve got your wife on the line. Pretty amazing, isn’t it?”
“Fascinating.”
“What a movie it would make.”
“With me in the lead role?”
“That’s not for me to say. But here’s the best part of it—or the worst. There was no electricity back then, so you don’t have anywhere to plug in your battery charger. You stand there talking to Bodil, and you know that as soon as the battery runs out, it’s all over. You’ll be alone forever.”
“What a grotesque story.”
10
A MASSIVE EFFORT WAS UNDER WAY.
Twenty men had rung every bell in the neighborhood, and Möllerström was working overtime entering all the information they had gathered into the database.
A couple of days after Jamie’s murder, rumors had begun circulating that Sture Birgersson was thinking about calling in the National Criminal Police Corps, and the issue resurfaced when Winter’s team convened to discuss the latest murder. Halders, who had heard the scuttlebutt, made a grimace that changed his appearance only slightly. “I’d rather eat shit.”
Winter laughed out loud, which was unusual for him, especially at meetings. “I believe Fredrik just summed up all of our feelings.”
“Stockholm is a great city,” Djanali mused, looking out the window toward Skövde and Katrineholm. She turned back and eyed Halders. “Nice people, cultured, easy to be
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