Preacher

by Camilla Lackberg

  Robert continued to make promises as he sat next to his brother’s hospital bed. The promise that everything would be different, if only Stefan were allowed to live. He promised never to steal again, to get a job, to try and use his life for something good; yes, he even promised to cut his hair.

  The last promise he made with dread, but to his great surprise it seemed to be the one that made all the difference. He felt a feather-light trembling in Stefan’s hand, a light movement of his index finger, as if he were trying to caress Robert’s hand in return. It wasn’t much, but it was all Robert needed. He waited eagerly for Solveig to come back. He longed to tell her that Stefan was going to be all right.

  ‘Martin, there’s a guy on the phone who says he has information about the beating of Stefan Hult.’ Annika’s head was sticking out the doorway and Martin stopped and turned round.

  ‘Damn, I don’t have time right now.’

  ‘Should I ask him to call back?’

  ‘No, damn it, no, I’ll take it.’ Martin rushed into Annika’s office and took the phone from her. After listening intently for a while and asking some more questions, he hung up and ran out the door.

  ‘Annika, Patrik and I have to go. Can you get hold of Gösta and ask him to ring me on my mobile right away? And where’s Ernst?’

  ‘Gösta and Ernst left to go to lunch, but I’ll call them on the mobile.’

  ‘Good.’ He took off.

  A few seconds later Patrik rushed in.

  ‘Did you get hold of Uddevalla, Annika?’

  She gave him the thumbs up. ‘All clear, they’re on their way!’

  ‘Great!’ He turned to go but stopped. ‘I forgot to tell you, you don’t have to do any more on that list of fatherless children.’

  Then she watched him disappear too, hurrying down the corridor. The energy at the station had risen to a level that was palpable. Patrikhad toldher in haste what had happened, and she could feel excitement tingling in her hands and feet. It was a relief to finally get a breakthrough in the investigation, and right nowevery minute counted. She waved to Patrik and Martin as they passed her window and left the station. ‘Good luck!’she called, not sure if they heard her. She quickly dialed Gösta’s number.

  ‘Yeah, it’s really the pits, Gösta. Here the two of us sit while the young cocks strut.’ Ernst was getting into his favourite topic, and Gösta had to admit that it was starting to wear on his nerves. Even though he’drailed against Martin before, it was mostly bitterness over being reprimanded by someone not even half his age. Afterwards he realized that it wasn’t that big a deal.

  They had taken the car to Grebbestad and were sitting at the Telegrafen restaurant having lunch. The choice of eating establishments in Tanum was not great, and they’d tired of them pretty quickly. And Grebbestad was only ten minutes away on the coast.

  Gösta’s telephone was lying on the table. When it rang, they both saw from the display that it was the station calling.

  ‘Damn, don’t answer it. You have the right to eat your lunch in peace and quiet.’ Ernst reached out to turn off Gösta’s phone, but a look from his colleague stopped him.

  It was the height of the lunchtime rush. Same of the patrons glowered angrily at the sight of someone bold enough to take a phone call in the middle of the restaurant. Gösta glared back and talked extra loud. When he finished he placed a banknote on the table, stood up and motioned to Ernst to do the same.

  ‘We’ve got a job to do.’

  ‘Can’t it wait? I haven’t even had a bite yet.’

  ‘You can have something at the station later. Right now we have to bring a guy in.’

  For the second time that day Gösta was headed towards Bullaren; this time he was behind the wheel. He told Ernst what Annika had reported. When they arrived half an hour later, thefound a teenage boy waiting for them by the road, just as she had said, a short distance from the farm.

  They stopped the car and climbed out.

  ‘Are you Lelle?’ said Gösta.

  The boy nodded. He was big and husky, with a wrestler’s neck and enormous hands. As if born to be a bouncer, Gösta thought. Or a henchman, as in this case.But a henchman with a conscience, or so it seemed.

  ‘You rang us, so start talking,’ said Gösta.

  ‘Yes, let’s hear it. Come on, start talking,’ said Ernst aggressively, and Gösta shot him a warning glance. This assignment wouldn’t demand any macho displays on his part.

  ‘Well, as I told the girl at the station, Kennedy and I did something dumb yesterday.’ Something dumb, Gösta thought. The boy was certainly inclined to understatement.

  ‘Yes?’

  ‘We beat up that guy a little, the one who’s related to Jacob.’

  ‘Stefan Hult?’

  ‘Yeah, I think Stefan’s his name.’ His voice turned shrill. ‘I swear, I didn’t know that Kennedy would go off on him so damn hard. He said he was just going to have a talk with him. Just to threaten him a little. Nothing heavy.’

  ‘But that’s not what happened.’ Gösta tried to sound fatherly, but wasn’t very successful.

  ‘No, Kennedy flipped out. He kept saying a bunch of stuff about how fucking good Jacob is and that he, Stefan Imean, had fucked him over somehow and lied about something that Kennedy wanted him to take back, and when Stefan said no, then Kennedy really lost it and started beating the shit out of him.’

  Here the boy had to stop and catch his breath. Göstathought he’d followed most of the account, but he wasn’t entirely sure. Kids these days didn’t seem to speak the same language.

  ‘And what were you doing in the meantime? Messing about in the garden?’ said Ernst scornfully. He got another dark look from Gösta.

  ‘I was holding the guy,’ Lelle said quietly. ‘I heldhim by the arms so he couldn’t hit back, but I didn’t know that Kennedy was going to go fucking crazy. How would I know that?’ He looked from Gösta to Ernst and back. ‘What’s going to happen now? Can I keep staying here? Am I going to prison?’

  The big tough guy was almost in tears. He looked like a scared little boy, and Gösta no longer had to make an effort to sound fatherly; now it came naturally.

  ‘We’ll talk about that later. We’ll work it out. Right now the most important thing is for us to talk to Kennedy. You can either wait here while we drive over and collect him, or wait in the car. Take your pick.’

  ‘I’ll wait in the car,’ said Lelle in a low voice. ‘The others are going to find out anyway that I was the one who ratted out Kennedy.’

  ‘All right, let’s go.’

  They drove the last hundred metres up to the farm. The same woman had opened the door for Gösta and Martin that morning opened it again. Her irritation had risen another notch.

  ‘What do you want now? We’re going to have to put in a door for the police. I swear, I’ve never seen anything like it. After all the co-operation we’ve shown the police over the years – ’

  Gösta interrupted her by holding up his hand. He looked as solemnas the grave when he said, ‘We don’t have time for any discussion. We need to talk to Kennedy. Now.’

  The woman heard the gravity in his voice and immediately called Kennedy. When she spoke againher tone was softer.

  ‘What do you want with Kennedy? Has he done something?’

  ‘You’ll hear all the details later,’ Ernst said brusquely. ‘Right now our only job is to take the boy to the station and have a talk with him there. We’re taking in that big boy, Lelle, too.’

  Kennedy stepped out of the shadows. He wore dark trousers and a white shirt. And with his hair neatly combed he looked like a boy from an English boarding school, not a former offender at a reform school. All that disturbed the image were the big scrapes on his knuckles. Gösta swore to himself. That’s what he’d noticed earlier. He should have remembered.

  ‘May I help you gentlemen?’ Kennedy’s tone of voice was well modulated, but perhaps a touch overdone. They could hear that he took great pains to speak correctly, whi
ch deadened the whole effect.

  ‘We’ve talked to Lelle. So you’re going to have to come with us to the station.’

  Kennedy bent his head in silent acquiescence. If there was anything Jacob had taught him, it was that a person had to suffer the consequences of his actions to be worthy in the sight of God.

  He took one last regretful look around. He was going to miss the farm.

  They sat silently facing each other. Marita had taken the children with her and gone down to Västergården to wait for Jacob. Outside the summer birds were chirping, but indoors it was quiet. The luggage was still standing at the bottom of the front steps. Laine couldn’t leave before she knew that Jacob wasn’t hurt.

  ‘Have you heard anything from Linda?’ she asked in an uncertain voice, afraid to disturb the delicate temporary ceasefire between herself and Gabriel.

  ‘No, not yet. Poor Solveig,’ said Gabriel.

  Laine thought about all the years of extortion, but said nothing. A mother cannot but feel sympathy for another mother whose child has been injured.

  ‘Do you think that Jacob also … ?’ The words stuck in her throat.

  In an unexpected gesture Gabriel put his hand on hers.‘No, I don’t think so. You heard what the police said. He’s no doubt somewhere trying to think things through. He has a lot to think about.’

  ‘Yes, he certainly does,’ said Laine bitterly.

  Gabriel said nothing, but kept his hand on hers. It was astonishing how comforting it felt, and she suddenly realized that it was the first time in all these years that Gabriel had shown her such tenderness. A warm feeling spread through her body, but at the same time it was mixed with the pain of parting. She didn’t wish to leave him. She had taken the initiative to save him the humiliation of throwing her out, but all at once she was unsure whether she had done the right thing. Then he removed his hand and the moment passed.

  ‘You know, in hindsight I can say that I always felt that Jacob was more like Johannes than me. I saw it as a scornful trick of fate. Outwardly it may have seemed that Ephraim and I were closer to each other than he and Johannes were. Father lived here with us, and I inherited the manor and all that. But it wasn’t true. The reason they fought so much was that they were basically so alike. Sometimes it seemed that Ephraim and Johannes were actually one and the same person. I was always on the outside. Until Jacob was born and I saw so muchof both my father and my brother in him. It felt like a possibility had opened up for me to join the community. If I could bind my son strongly to me and get to know him inside and out, then it would be like getting to know Ephraim and Johannes at the same time. I would become a part of their community.’

  ‘I know,’ Laine said softly, but Gabriel didn’t seem to hear her. He was looking out of the window into the distance as he went on.

  ‘I envied Johannes. He actually believed Father’s lies that we could heal people. Imagine what power that faith gave him! To look at your hands and know that they were the tools of God. To see people stand up and walk, to make the blind see and know that you were the one who made it possible. I myself saw only the spectacle. I saw father standing in the wings, guiding and directing, and I detested every minuteof it. Johannes saw only the sick before him. He saw only his direct channel to God. What sorrow he must have felt when it was closed. And I offered him no sympathy. Instead I was overjoyed. Finally we could be boys, Johannes and I. Finally we could be equals. But that never happened. Johannes continued to spellbind people, while I, I …’ His voice caught.

  ‘You have all the power that Johannes had. But you don’t dare use it, Gabriel. That’s the difference between you two. But believe me, it’s there.’

  For the first time in all their years together she saw tears in his eyes. Not even when Jacob’s illness was at its worst had he dared let go. She took his hand and he gripped hers hard.

  Gabriel said, ‘I can’t promise forgiveness. But I can promise to try.’

  ‘I know. Believe me, Gabriel, I know.’ She placed his hand on her cheek.

  Erica’s worry was growing with hour that passed. She had a grindingpain in the small of her back, and she massaged the spot absentmindedly with her fingertips. All morning she had tried to ring Anna at home and on her mobile, but she got no answer. From Information she’d got hold of Gustav’s mobile, but he could tell her only that he’d sailed Anna and the children down to Uddevalla the day before and then they’d taken the train from there. They should have arrived in Stockholm that evening. It bothered Erica that he didn’t sound a bit worried. He calmly came up with a bunch of logical explanations: they may have been tired and unplugged the jack, the battery in the mobile had run down, or, he laughed, maybe Anna hadn’t paid her telephone bill. That comment made Erica boil, and she simply hung up on him. If she hadn’t been worried enough before, she certainly was now.

  She tried to ring Patrik to ask his advice, or at least receive some support, but he didn’t answer either his mobile or his office phone. She rang the switchboard and Annika said that he was out on a call and she didn’t know when he’d be back.

  Frantically Erica kept making calls. The grinding feeling wouldn’t go away. Just as she was about to give up someone answered Anna’s mobile.

  ‘Hello?’A kid’s voice. Must be Emma, Erica thought.

  ‘Hi darling, it’s your aunt. Tell me, where are you?’

  ‘In Stockholm,’ Emma lisped. ‘Did the baby come yet?’

  Erica smiled. ‘No, not yet. Look, Emma, could I talk to your mamma?’

  Emma ignored the question. Now that she was lucky enough to have her mamma’s telephone and even answer a call, she didn’t intend to give it up so easily.

  ‘You know wha-a-a-t?’ said Emma.

  ‘No, I don’t,’ said Erica, ‘but darling, we can, talk about it later. I’d really like to talk to your mamma now.’ Her patience was running out.

  ‘You know wha-a-a-t?’ Emma repeated stubbornly.

  ‘No, what?’ Erica sighed wearily.

  ‘We moved!’

  ‘Yes, I know, you did that a while ago.’

  ‘No, today!’ Emma said triumphantly.

  ‘Today?’

  ‘Yes, we moved back home with Pappa,’ Emma announced.

  The room started to spin before Erica’s eyes. But before she could say anything else she heard Emma say, ‘Bye, I have to go play now.’ Then the connection was cut.

  With a sinking feeling in her heart Erica hung up.

  Patrik knocked loudly on the door at Västergården. Marita opened it.

  ‘Hello, Marita. We have a warrant to search your house.’

  ‘But you’ve already done that,’ she said, looking puzzled.

  ‘We’ve uncovered some new information. I have a team with me, but I’ve asked them to wait a short distance away until you’ve had a chance to take the children with you. It’s not necessary for them to see all the policeand be frightened.’

  She nodded mutely. Worrying about Jacob had used up all her strength, and she had no energy left to object. She turned to go and fetch the children, but Patrik stopped her with another question.

  ‘Are there any other buildings on the grounds than the ones we can see in this area?’

  She shook her head. ‘No, just the house, the barn, the tool shed and the playhouse. That’s all.’

  Patrik nodded and let her go.

  Fifteen minutes later the house was empty. They could start their search. Patrik gave some brief instructions in the living room.

  ‘We’ve been here once before without finding anything, but this time going to do a more thorough job. Search everywhere, and I mean everywhere. If you need to tear up boards in the floor or from the walls, then do it. If you need to break up furniture thendo that too. Understood?’

  They all nodded. There was a sense that they were about to do something fateful,but everyone was ready to go to work. Before they went in, Patrik had given them a brief rundown of developments in the case. Now they wanted nothing more tha
n to get started.

  After they had worked foran hour with no results, the house looked like a disaster zone. Everything had been torn up and hauled outside. But there were still no leads. Patrik was helping out in the living room whenGösta and Ernst came in the door and looked around wide-eyed.

  ‘What the hell is going on here?’ said Ernst.

  Patrik ignored the question. ‘Did it go well with Kennedy?’

  ‘Yep, he confessed without beating about the bush, and he’s now behind bars. Damned snot-nosed kid.’

  Stressed, Patrik merely nodded.

  ‘So what’s happening here? It feels like we’re the only ones who are in the dark. Annika wouldn’t tell us anything. She just that we were supposed to come out here and you would fill us in.’

  ‘I can’t explain everything to you right now,’ Patrik said impatiently. ‘For the time being you should know that all indications point to Jacob as the one who kidnapped Jenny Möller. We have to find something that tells us where she is.’

  ‘But then he wasn’t the one who killed the German,’ said Gösta. ‘Because the blood test showed…’ He looked bewildered.

  With growing irritation Patrik said, ‘No, he probably was the one who killed Tanja.’

  ‘Then who murdered the other girls? He was too young back then …’

  ‘It wasn’t him. But we’ll go over all that later. Now lend us a hand here!’

  ‘What are we looking for?’ said Ernst.

  ‘The search warrant is on the kitchen table. There’s a description of the things we’re interested in finding.’ Then Patrik turned and continued searching the bookshelf.

  Another hour passed without anyone finding anything of interest. Patrik began to lose heart. Imagine if they didn’t find anything. He had moved on from the living room and was searching the home office, with no result. Now he stood with his on his hips, forced himself to take a few deep breaths and let his eyes wander around the room. The office was small but neat.Shelves with binders and folders, all neatly labeled. No papers lay loose on top of the big antique bureau, and in the drawers-everything was in order. Pensively Patrik let his gaze wander back to the bureau. He frowned. An antique. Having never missed a single episode of Antiques Roadshow on TV, his thoughts turned naturally to secret compartments when he looked at the old piece of furniture. He should have thought of that before. He started in the part above the writing surface, the part that had numerous small drawers. He pulled them out one by one and cautiously stuck his finger in the holes behind them. When he came to the last drawer he felt something. A little metal object was sticking up, and it moved when he pressed on it. With a clack the wall of the cavity behind it fell away and a secret compartment was revealed. His pulse quickened. Inside he found an old notebook in black leather. He pulled on some plastic gloves and carefully lifted out the book. With rising horror he read the contents. There was no time to lose in finding Jenny.