*
Five minutes later, Henrik Levin sat in his office and was fidgeting with the ghost drawing that Felix had made for him. It was a new drawing with three small ghosts on it. But that wasn’t what he was thinking about. He didn’t know how to react to the fact that he was to be a dad a third time. Deep inside he was happy but worries about the practical details overshadowed his happiness. He hadn’t been able to sleep at all last night. And at the morning briefing he had been forced to concentrate to be able to follow it at all.
He looked up from the drawing of the ghosts and out through the window. Even though the case was finished, his head continued to process the events. His mind was on the dead children and he felt horror at the thought of his own children being kidnapped and trained as child soldiers.
He got the shivers.
The thoughts about Anders Paulsson made him reflect upon what drove a person to take their own life. He himself had created life. Twice. And now a third time.
He put the drawing to one side.
“What’s the matter?”
Henrik gave a start on hearing Mia’s voice. She stood in the doorway in full winter gear.
“You look dreadful.”
“I’m going to be a dad,” Henrik said slowly.
“Again?”
“Yes, third time lucky.”
“So you have fucked after all! Well done!”
Henrik didn’t answer.
“Anyhow,” Mia went on. “Before I forget...”
She dug into her pocket and pulled out a crumpled one-hundred-kronor bill.
“Here you are.”
“Keep it.”
“No, I want to pay my way. I owe you for lunch and coffee. Take it!”
“Okay. Thanks,” said Henrik and got up and took the bill.
“The least I could do,” said Mia.
She wrapped her scarf round her neck three times.
Henrik pulled out his wallet from the pocket of his jacket, which was hanging on a hook behind the door.
He slid the hundred-kronor bill in with the other two already there.
Two?
Henrik was pretty certain that there had been three bills there before.
Mia noticed his surprised look and cut off his musings.
“Right, come on now. Let’s get moving,” she said.
*
Phobos was lying against the wall. His chest heaved up and down at a fast pace. He was taking short panting breaths. His dark eyes were like saucers and they stared in terror at Jana. He held his hand against his throat. The blood was pulsating out quickly, seeping between his fingers and forming a growing red patch on his sweater. The Glock lay by his side.
Out of the corner of her eye she suddenly saw a silhouette. Danilo passed three meters from her, ran out from the room and into the next. She reacted immediately and ran after him. The pain in her arm was forgotten. She would get him. He mustn’t be allowed to escape. Danilo vanished into the dining room and just as she entered the room she saw him disappear into the next room. She rushed after him. But he was too quick and with a couple of long strides he was out of the room and she saw him throw himself out of the back. When Jana reached the door she couldn’t see him any longer. She was now completely still and silent.
Ready to shoot from her standing position.
Her heart pounded and her blood pulsated.
He had got away.
The bastard had got away!
She unwillingly lowered the gun and put it into her waistband at the base of her spine. Slowly the pain came back to her arm. In a desperate fury she forced herself to turn back into the house.
Back to Phobos.
*
Henrik Levin stood in the docks and beat his arms around him but soon realized it was unnecessary. His down jacket kept him warm and he had thermal underwear and heavy winter boots too. He stopped midmovement and looked out over the quay. A large ship was approaching and now and then it released a muted signal. Large snowflakes fluttered down from the sky and formed a layer of white on the ground. The container area was cordoned off and the police ribbon danced in the wind.
“Shall we go closer?” said Mia.
She stood beside Henrik. Her hands were stuck in her pockets, her shoulders drawn up and her face hidden by a knitted scarf. Only her nose and eyes were visible.
“We’ll wait until the ship docks,” said Henrik and then nodded to Gunnar and Anneli who stood at the far end of the quay together with harbor staff and uniformed police officers.
They nodded back and then looked up at the ship which was now in the canal. The waves broke against the hull. A dozen or so seagulls were shrieking loudly and circling above the stern. Several sailors wearing green overalls were standing on different parts of the deck with mooring ropes in their hands.
When the ship was right next to the quay, the first ropes were thrown down, followed by the others, each flying in an arch over the railing. The long ropes were picked up by the harbor staff who fastened them round short iron poles. All the workers were wearing safety helmets and had large emblems on their backs.
The unloading started straightaway.
Henrik looked up at the hull where the containers towered up three storeys high.
Blue, brown and gray in turn.
*
“You are going to be all right,” said Jana.
She crouched down beside Phobos. He had sunk even lower against the wall, his head now leaning on his shoulder. He was completely quiet. All that could be heard were his short panting breaths. His sweater was covered with the red stain. The blood ran down onto the floor and formed a puddle. His eyes were still terrified, but now he had a glazed-over gaze.
“It’s getting lighter now,” he whispered with a wheezing voice.
He coughed and some blood ran out of the corner of his mouth.
“You’re going to be all right,” Jana repeated, but realized how stupid it was to lie to him.
He looked her in the eye.
“Now it’s all white...everything is...white...” he whispered.
And then his hand fell down.
He closed his eyes and took his last breath.
Jana immediately got up from his side. She grasped the Glock and wiped it carefully before putting it into his lifeless hand. Then she went up to the fuse box and wiped all the switches. Then she crouched down next to Gavril’s dead body and ripped off the tracking device attached to his trouser pocket. She picked up the other gun from the floor and wiped that carefully too before putting it next to him. For a moment or two she sat there and looked at him. And then she did what she hadn’t done for ages.
She smiled.
A genuine smile spread over her face.
After which she got up and realized there was yet another gun she must get rid of. Quickly and with a pained look on her face because of her wounded arm, she fished up the Glock from her back. She must leave that there too. With a practiced hand she wiped off all the prints and then carefully lifted Gavril’s fingers and put them around the magazine.
She was still not satisfied. An important detail was missing.
The knife.
She went back down into the cellar, crouched down and looked for it. Under a shelf she caught sight of the bloody blade. She managed to slide the knife out and then put it back in the thin sheath inside her waistband. Then she went back up the steps and looked a last time at Phobos.
“I am so sorry,” she whispered to him.
Then she left the house.
CHAPTER
FIFTY-SIX
IT WAS IN the fourteenth container that they made the miraculous discovery. The container was blue and rusty. The snowflakes landed softly on the corrugated metal and immediately turned to drops of water which slowly ran down toward the ground.