“Herr Haugen. . what kind of woman tells lies about not being able to have children and then magically cranks out a baby that will keep you paying child support for a long long time if you get a divorce.”
Silence.
“I know about your wife pretending to like being a stay-at-home wife when. . in fact. . she’s likes to party around with other men.”
Silence.
“I know about the many men she has had sex with while you were here at Nokia working hard.”
“I. . I love my wife and she loves me,” said a robot-like Gunnar Haugen.
“I know for a fact that your wife sent x-rated e-mails and nude pictures to one of your best high school friends who showed up to help search for your son.”
Silence.
“I also know that she sent text messages to one of her men friends and offered to pay him half of your life insurance proceeds if he’d erase you out of the picture.”
“She jokes around a lot.”
“Why are you protecting this woman?” shouted Sohlberg who grew increasingly furious at Gunnar Haugen’s refusal to cast suspicion on his wife. “Is she blackmailing you?”
“She loves me.”
“She can’t blackmail you any more because we just arrested your brother for molesting a teenage girl. . he told us about your grandfather molesting him and you at the barn in his farm near Hov.”
Sohlberg expected more silence and withdrawal. Instead he got an angry reaction from Gunnar Haugen who yelled:
“That never. . never happened to me!”
“Why would your brother lie?” said Sohlberg who was amazed at how this man could live with so many painful secrets. “Why would a pedophile like your grandfather only molest your younger brother and leave you alone?”
Silence.
“Has your wife ever threatened to tell the police that you molested your son because your grandfather molested you and your brother?”
Silence.
“Is that your non-answer?. . I’ve read one of her e-mails to one of her men friends. . she wrote him that she was worried that you may’ve harmed Karl or kidnaped him because you probably molested Karl. . she wrote that molestation victims tend to be molesters themselves.”
Silence and a blank stare.
“What would you say was Karl’s demeanor and behavior during the four weeks before he was kidnaped?”
“Normal.”
“Really?. . Normal?. . That directly contradicts what you and your wife told the school and the teacher. . you told them that Karl was acting strangely. . staring into space. . distracted. . and even angry.”
“I only repeated what my wife observed. . she spent much more time with my son than I did. She was. . is a professional. . a school teacher trained to observe these problems.”
Sohlberg looked as if he had just swallowed a spoonful of lutefisk. Just the thought of the traditional Norwegian dish made Sohlberg feel like retching. He hated the gelatinous cod fish cooked with caustic lye and lots of boiling.
“Herr Haugen. . you’re feeding me a lot of lies.” Sohlberg studied Gunnar Haugen’s stoic stone-face which meant that the engineer was either gullible in the extreme or a brilliant manipulator.
“I’m not lying to you. My wife carefully observed Karl. She knew what she was talking about when she said he was acting strange. . having seizures.”
Sohlberg shouted:
“Is she a doctor? How would she know if he was suffering from seizures?. . Don’t you know Herr Haugen. . what your wife was doing behind your back when she went around telling people that Karl was acting strange?”
“No. What? You tell me!”
“She told everyone at school and the gym and all of her friends. . and Karl’s mother. . that Karl had begun behaving oddly. . weird when he started the second grade. . that he was distracted. . that Karl was staring off into space. . that was her favorite quotes. . that he seemed irritated or upset. . she said all those were the typical symptoms of molestation.”
“I. . ”
“Don’t you want to contradict the misleading lies and misinformation she’s planting about you?”
“I love my wife and she loves me.”
Sohlberg felt horrible about the amount of punishment he had dealt to Gunnar Haugen in the interview process. But Sohlberg had to get critical information out of the father. This was after all a cold case about a missing boy.
“Herr Haugen. . we interviewed several people at the gym and they all told us that your wife complained about your coldness and lack of attention and the ugly ways that you criticized her weight gain after having your baby daughter.”
“Not true. I never said a word about her weight. She’s the one obsessed with her body and looks. She’s the one who made me pay for her implants. She’s the one who went overboard in training to become a champion bodybuilder.”
“She says these were all your ideas.”
Silence.
Haugen’s silence puzzled Sohlberg. Usually by this point any other man would have begun spilling a flood of negative information about his wife and her involvement in a little boy’s disappearance. But not Gunnar Haugen.
Sohlberg tried again. “She’s told friends that you’re a very controlling person. . that you controlled her spending.”
“Her spending? Whose money is she spending? Mine. She was out of control spending all of my money. So ja. . I controlled her spending my money. I plead guilty to that charge. Does that finally make you happy Chief Inspector? Do you think that you’re going to solve this case by dragging me through mud? All of this is nothing more than vile and idle gossip of some minor marital discord we’ve had. . all marriages have their ups and downs. But I was. . I am happy in our marriage”
“Perhaps. But not all up-and-down marriages have missing children. Do they?”
Silence.
“You and Agnes always painted a pretty picture of your happy marriage and home life to friends and families. . and later to us. This is the first I’ve heard of your marriage with ups and downs. All of your social media postings on Facebook and Biip and elsewhere paint the picture of your family being a perfectly happy blended family.”
Gunnar Haugen coughed and was about to say something but he stopped himself.
“Herr Haugen! You claim you have a happy stable marriage but Agnes Haugen has sent dozens and dozens of e-mails and text messages to her family and friends about how she was fed up of taking care of Karl and that you refused to discipline him.”
“Maybe she did go overboard with controlling Karl. . but she does that with everyone else. . if Karl did not bring a green slip or note from school every day then she wanted me to punish him by locking him up in his room for the evening without any play time. She often refused to let him watch television or any movies even after I said he could. There was no room for error.”
Sohlberg felt sorry for Gunnar and Karl Haugen and anyone else who lived in a family with no room for error. A chill crept into Sohlberg’s hands which no amount of rubbing could warm up.
“After the birth of our daughter eighteen months ago my wife grew even more impatient with everyone and everything. . even with the baby.”
“What about the baby?”
“She would get angry that our baby would wake up at all hours and not stop crying.”
“What else?”
“My wife started bombarding Karl’s mother and stepfather up in Namsos with several e-mails a day complaining about Karl and how difficult life was at our home with the baby. . of course she did the same with Karl’s teacher. . sending her e-mails complaining almost every day about Karl and me and the baby. . and even her first son Thor who never gave us any problems when he lived with us.”
“Whose idea was it to kick Thor out of your house?”
“Not mine. I came back from a business trip to Helsinki and. . boom!. . I find out she sent Thor to live with her parents even though Thor and I were getting along very well.”
“Would Thor agree wit
h that statement?”
“Ja. Call him up right now. Anyway. . I complained to her about her sudden and disruptive action but what can I do?. . He’s not my son. It was her idea to kick him out and send him to live with her parents. . she was fed up with him not obeying her and talking back at her all the time. She and Thor. . who’s now fourteen. . they got into awful fights. . her postpartum depression led to her into big fights with Thor all the time. . as all parents do with teenagers.”
“Your son Karl went missing less than two weeks after Thor left your home.”
“So?. . That’s just a coincidence.”
“Really Herr Haugen. . don’t you tie the two events together? You don’t think your wife did something to your son Karl in retaliation for you kicking her son Thor out of your home?”
“No.”
Sohlberg glanced at Gunnar Haugen as if saying “Are you that naive or stupid?”
“Look Inspector. . my wife has postpartum depression. That’s the reality we’ve had to live with.”
“What doctor diagnosed her with postpartum depression?”
“I. . I don’t think she mentioned. . but it’s common knowledge that many women get severely depressed after delivering their baby. She told me she has postpartum depression. Wouldn’t she know best what she has?”
“She’s not a doctor. . is she?”
“No.”
“On the other hand maybe she does know what’s best if she’s setting up an insanity defense.”
“What?. . Why would she want an insanity defense?”
“So she can walk away scot-free from whatever crimes she committed against your son.”
“No!” said Gunnar Haugen who slumped into his seat.
“Herr Haugen. . I need you to help us. . the investigation uncovered irrefutable facts that point to you or your wife or both of you taking Karl that Friday.”
“You have no grounds to say that.”
“Oh. . but I do. . you have an unhappy marriage filled with resentments and betrayals.”
Sohlberg was not surprised that Gunnar Haugen refused to admit that he had been spying on his wife’s electronic communications. What surprised him profoundly was Gunnar Haugen’s next statement.
“Inspector. . you’re making my marriage appear to be what it’s not. We were managing our relationship and working through all our issues in a positive manner.”
“Herr Haugen. . you’re just giving me a lot of phony corporate doubletalk. . managing the relationship. . working through issues in a positive manner. . you do realize. . I hope. . that we’re on the same planet. . planet Earth. . we’re talking about a deeply troubled marriage with infidelity and resentments and lies. . we’re not talking about some employee’s performance review for the year.”
“Sir! Everything was fine in our marriage until some sick perverted stranger took our little boy. Why aren’t you out looking for that criminal huh?”
Sohlberg almost sneered when he noticed that Gunnar Haugen was returning to his stoic martyr look and possibly withdrawing or shutting down for good.
“Chief Inspector. . why are you harassing me. . saying all these ugly things about our good marriage?”
At first Sohlberg felt like jumping across the table and slapping Gunnar Haugen. Sohlberg then realized with immense sadness that at some level Gunnar Haugen actually believed that he had a good marriage to Agnes Haugen and that his wife loved his son and that somehow everything would be alright if he repeated often enough the Big Business and Big Government mantra of working through issues in a positive manner.
“Herr Haugen. . I’m saying all these ugly things about your so-called good marriage because I know that you’ve been spying on your wife. . I know that you are very well aware of her many betrayals and deceptions. I. . like you. . know everything that she’s been doing behind your back.”
Sohlberg’s phone buzzed. Before leaving the room he said, “Constable here will keep a look on you and make sure you don’t escape or injure yourself or try to call anyone.”
The call from headquarters stunned Sohlberg. The police had found at the remote farm of Gunnar Haugen’s grandfather a large barrel for the disposal of acid waste. Even more stunning was the discovery of Karl Haugen’s lunch box buried under the barn. Fifteen minutes later Sohlberg walked into the conference room and said:
“Herr Haugen. . stand up please so that we can handcuff you.”
“Why?”
“You’re under arrest for the kidnaping and murder of your son.”
Chapter 13
INVESTIGATION FOLLOW-UP,
EVENING OF 1 YEAR AND 25 DAYS
AFTER THE DAY, FRIDAY, JUNE 4
Two hours after delivering Gunnar Haugen into booking Constable Wangelin placed five hurried phone calls to verify her information before she walked into Sohlberg’s office and announced:
“I confirmed from the lab that Agnes Haugen made several interesting phone calls. We need to discuss the calls. Also. . Constable Rhode just called me. . ”
“What about this Constable Rhode?”
“He was one of the first investigators at the scene of the crime on the day of Karl’s disappearance. He’s been on vacation. . just got my message about whether he remembered anything unusual in the case. . and did he ever.”
“Great. . give it to me.”
“First he interviewed this cranky old coot who lives near the school.”
“Where does he live?”
“At a dead end. . where Orreveien ends in a circle. That location is less than a half mile from Karl’s school. The old man hates people who come down his street to drink and party. So he writes down the day and time of the event and the make and color of the vehicle whenever he sees anyone parked on the dead end. . and if he’s able to he uses his binoculars. . he looks through them and writes down as much of the license plates as he can see from his home.”
“Very good. . sounds promising.”
“Sometimes he can see all the letters and numbers on the license plates or a little or nothing. . based on how and where the cars are parked and the position of the sun and the shadows from the nearby trees.”
“Very good. This is what we’ve needed to help solve this case.”
“Listen to this. . during the two week period before Karl disappeared. . the old man twice saw a green Volvo SUV. . the XC90 model. . park at the dead end on Orreveien. The driver. . a short pudgy woman with short curly light brown hair in her early forties got out of the car and went into the forest all alone for about twenty-five minutes. The old man was able to read the first two letters and numbers of the license plate. . and. . ”
“And?”
“And those partial plates match an Oslo vehicle that matches his description of the car. I looked up the owner’s name and. . lo and behold. . Danica Knutsen turns out to be a bodybuilding friend of Agnes Haugen.”
“So. . ”
“It turns out that this Danica Knutsen has no reason for being on that dead end. . she lives in Togrenda. . a suburb off the E-Six Highway.”
“Where about. . more or less?”
“Fifteen miles south of where you live.”
“So she does not even live close to Holmenkollen.”
“That’s right Chief Inspector. . and she does not have any children at Karl’s school.”
“None?”
“None. She has no priors. Never married. But I did find a newspaper Arcticle on her. . She sued a drug company a few years ago and won a substantial judgment in the United States against a California drug company because she can’t have children. . seems she fried both of her ovaries with all of the steroids that she took beginning in high school and kept taking until she turned forty.
“I did more research and found out that within a year of getting her lawsuit award she had spent all of it and fallen into debt. . she then got a job as a secretary at a law firm but was fired a year later. . also she’s known for promoting organic farming.”
“Anything else on her?�
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“No. That’s it for now.”
“Find out more about her. . find out exactly what she did the month before and the month after Karl Haugen disappeared. Find out. . hour by hour. . what she did and where she went on the day that Karl vanished.”
“There’s more I need to tell you about the old man.”
“Go ahead.”
“On the day that Karl disappeared he saw. . from nine in the morning to nine-thirty. . and from three-fifteen to three-thirty. . a woman drive a large white vehicle into the dead end. . his description of the vehicle matches the description of the Toyota pickup truck owned by Karl’s father.”
“Did he get the license plates?”
“No. . the car was parked in such a way as to make it impossible for him to see the plates with his binoculars. He said it was almost as if the driver knew the old man was watching from his vantage point.”
“Who did he see in the car. . a man and a woman. . was there a passenger. . maybe a little boy?”
“He didn’t see a child that afternoon but then again the child may’ve been too low inside the truck to be seen and the child could’ve come out the passenger side door which the old man could not see from his vantage point. . the woman had long hair in a ponytail and she wore a cap and sunglasses. . he again said it was almost as if the driver was doing everything possible to avoid being identified.”
“You said he didn’t see a child that afternoon. . when did he next see the vehicle?”
“Are you ready for this Chief?. . He saw the white pickup at two in the morning of the following day.”
“What?”
“Ja. The same pickup parked at the dead end. . the driver again left the engine running for almost half an hour. . from two to about two-thirty that morning. Now. . the interesting thing is that one of his neighbors. . a young mother with a baby saw the same white pickup in the afternoon and again at two in the morning. That night she got a creepy feeling with the pickup truck being there again at two in the morning so she let her dogs loose. . they went barking down the street. . a few minutes later the pickup left in a hurry. . speeding at over fifty miles-per-hour up the street.”
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