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now and didn’t bother reacting. Åhlén had given them a good clue. If they were able to find a suspect, there was a chance they could tie him to the crime scene by the thumbprint. It would be much easier to prove the case.
“As far as Långedrag goes, Malm says that the preliminary report will be available this afternoon at three,” Åhlén said.
“You haven’t told us anything about the bullets!” protested Andersson.
“No, because there’s not much to say. A .25-caliber pistol. Not mantled. Massively deformed after ricocheting around the brain. Ballistic examination will be difficult.” Unaffected by Andersson’s critical tone, Åhlén stuffed the bag back into his pocket and drifted out of the room.
There was silence after he left. Finally, Andersson took a deep breath and said, with the whistling sound coming out at the same time as his voice, “Jonny and Fredrik are to continue searching for possible witnesses to the Långedrag case. Question Rothstaahl’s father and girlfriend to see if they can try to remember if he mentioned a specific person he was planning to meet. Birgitta will contact the relatives of that Bergman guy to get a positive identification. Once that’s done, Irene and Tommy will question Sanna Kaegler. Be tough on that woman. I can smell the shit stinking from here, as far as she’s concerned.”
Good thing that Sanna Kaegler isn’t around to hear that
, Irene thought.
She’d be more offended by being accused of stinking of shit than being connected to a murder
.
“And what’s my job?” asked Kajsa.
At first, he looked shocked that she’d spoken to him that way, but after an awkward pause, he said, “You’re going to have a special assignment. Since you’re already interested in those clowns who built up a company that was worth a billion before bankruptcy, I think you should dig up all the facts you can on them. Find every single piece of info that’s out there.”
Kajsa turned momentarily pale and then brightened up. “Okay, I’ll dig.”
Chapter 5
T OMMY DECIDED TO deepen his knowledge of Kjell B:son Ceder. The circumstances concerning the death of Ceder’s first wife were especially interesting.
“As Andersson likes to say, this smells like shit!” Tommy said to Irene, smiling.
“You think?”
“Yep. I’m going to follow my investigator instincts.”
“Then I’ll follow mine and dig up what I can on Thomas Bonetti. Remember when we were poking our noses into that case? By the way, lunch at twelve?”
“Sounds good. Then I think we should hear what Svante Malm has to say at three o’clock regarding the results from Långedrag. I agree with you that these murders are connected.”
“Your investigator instinct again?”
“Nope. Common sense and pure logic.”
W HEN T OMMY AND Irene had gone to Styrsö that cold December day three years ago, neither of them had any idea what industry Thomas Bonetti worked in. They’d thought of him as a rich techie who’d gone missing with a lot of money. As they had headed back on the ferry, Tommy had theorized that Bonetti was lying on a beach in the Bahamas, holding a drink with an umbrella in one hand and a buxom blonde in the other, while poor police officers froze to the bone searching for him.
By lunchtime, Irene had a much better understanding of Bonetti’s past. She didn’t like him, but that was the fate of most of the people Irene learned about from the crime register.
At the time of his disappearance, Bonetti was thirty-one-years-old, but he looked more like forty in the photographs. He was the only son of the famous lawyer Antonio Bonetti. His father, who had emigrated from Italy, had fair skin and red hair. Nothing in Thomas’s appearance suggested his Italian heritage. Thomas had a sister who was two years older. He went to a private school during his elementary and high school years and then began to study at Göteborg’s business school. While at university, he was arrested twice for
“As far as Långedrag goes, Malm says that the preliminary report will be available this afternoon at three,” Åhlén said.
“You haven’t told us anything about the bullets!” protested Andersson.
“No, because there’s not much to say. A .25-caliber pistol. Not mantled. Massively deformed after ricocheting around the brain. Ballistic examination will be difficult.” Unaffected by Andersson’s critical tone, Åhlén stuffed the bag back into his pocket and drifted out of the room.
There was silence after he left. Finally, Andersson took a deep breath and said, with the whistling sound coming out at the same time as his voice, “Jonny and Fredrik are to continue searching for possible witnesses to the Långedrag case. Question Rothstaahl’s father and girlfriend to see if they can try to remember if he mentioned a specific person he was planning to meet. Birgitta will contact the relatives of that Bergman guy to get a positive identification. Once that’s done, Irene and Tommy will question Sanna Kaegler. Be tough on that woman. I can smell the shit stinking from here, as far as she’s concerned.”
Good thing that Sanna Kaegler isn’t around to hear that
, Irene thought.
She’d be more offended by being accused of stinking of shit than being connected to a murder
.
“And what’s my job?” asked Kajsa.
At first, he looked shocked that she’d spoken to him that way, but after an awkward pause, he said, “You’re going to have a special assignment. Since you’re already interested in those clowns who built up a company that was worth a billion before bankruptcy, I think you should dig up all the facts you can on them. Find every single piece of info that’s out there.”
Kajsa turned momentarily pale and then brightened up. “Okay, I’ll dig.”
Chapter 5
T OMMY DECIDED TO deepen his knowledge of Kjell B:son Ceder. The circumstances concerning the death of Ceder’s first wife were especially interesting.
“As Andersson likes to say, this smells like shit!” Tommy said to Irene, smiling.
“You think?”
“Yep. I’m going to follow my investigator instincts.”
“Then I’ll follow mine and dig up what I can on Thomas Bonetti. Remember when we were poking our noses into that case? By the way, lunch at twelve?”
“Sounds good. Then I think we should hear what Svante Malm has to say at three o’clock regarding the results from Långedrag. I agree with you that these murders are connected.”
“Your investigator instinct again?”
“Nope. Common sense and pure logic.”
W HEN T OMMY AND Irene had gone to Styrsö that cold December day three years ago, neither of them had any idea what industry Thomas Bonetti worked in. They’d thought of him as a rich techie who’d gone missing with a lot of money. As they had headed back on the ferry, Tommy had theorized that Bonetti was lying on a beach in the Bahamas, holding a drink with an umbrella in one hand and a buxom blonde in the other, while poor police officers froze to the bone searching for him.
By lunchtime, Irene had a much better understanding of Bonetti’s past. She didn’t like him, but that was the fate of most of the people Irene learned about from the crime register.
At the time of his disappearance, Bonetti was thirty-one-years-old, but he looked more like forty in the photographs. He was the only son of the famous lawyer Antonio Bonetti. His father, who had emigrated from Italy, had fair skin and red hair. Nothing in Thomas’s appearance suggested his Italian heritage. Thomas had a sister who was two years older. He went to a private school during his elementary and high school years and then began to study at Göteborg’s business school. While at university, he was arrested twice for
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