the regular policeman. As far as restructuring is concerned…’ Hagen’s head receded between his shoulders and he stamped his feet on the ground. ‘Now, the Ministry of Justice might want murder investigation resources all in the same pot, quite irrespective of the leadership question. If I were to be asked to lead such a unit I would, of course, consider the offer. But, in general, I think things are functioning well as they are. By and large, murderers receive their punishment, don’t they. So if my counterpart in this matter shares that view, I will be prepared to continue with investigations both in Bryn and here at Police HQ. What do you think, Bellman?’
Mikael Bellman felt the jerk as the rope caught him after all. Felt the harness tighten, felt himself being torn into two, felt his back unable to cope with the strain and it broke, the mixture of pain and paralysis. He dangled, helpless and dizzy, somewhere between heaven and earth. But he was alive.
‘Let me think about it, Hagen.’
‘Think away. But don’t take too much time. Deadline, you know. We have to coordinate.’
Bellman stood watching Hagen’s back as he loped to the entrance of Police HQ. Then turned and stared over the rooftops of Gronland. Studied the town. His town.
93
The Answer
Harry was standing in the middle of the living-room floor, looking around, when the phone rang.
‘Rakel here. What are you doing?’
‘Examining what’s left,’ he said. ‘After a person dies.’
‘And?’
‘There’s a lot. And yet not much. Sis has said what she wants, and tomorrow some guy’s coming to buy up the goods and chattels. He intimated he would pay fifty thousand to buy the lot, lock, stock and barrel. And he’ll clean up after him. That’s… er…’ Harry couldn’t find the word.
‘I know,’ she said. ‘It was like that for me when my father died. His things, which had been so important, so irreplaceable, seemed to lose their meaning. It was as if he alone was the one who had given them value.’
‘Or perhaps it’s those of us left realising we have to clear up. To burn. To start afresh.’ Harry went into the kitchen. Looked at the photograph hanging under the kitchen cupboard. A photo from Sofies gate. Oleg and Rakel.
‘I hope you said goodbye properly,’ Rakel said. ‘Saying goodbye is important. Especially for those left behind.’
‘I don’t know,’ Harry said. ‘We never properly said hello, he and I. I let him down.’
‘How was that?’
‘He asked me to dispatch him. I refused.’
The line went quiet. Harry listened to the background noise. Airport noises.
Then her voice was back. ‘Do you think you should have helped him on his way?’
‘Yes,’ Harry said. ‘I do. I think so now.’
‘Don’t think about it. It’s too late.’
‘Is it?’
‘Yes, Harry. It’s too late.’
The line went quiet again. Harry could hear a nasal voice announcing boarding for a flight to Amsterdam.
‘So you didn’t want to meet him?’
‘I can’t do it, Harry. I suppose I’m a bad human being, too.’
‘We’ll have to try to do better next time then.’
He could hear her smiling. ‘Can we do that?’
‘It’s never too late to try. Say hello to Oleg from me.’
‘Harry…’
‘Yes?’
‘Nothing.’
Harry stood looking out of the kitchen window after she had rung off.
Then he went upstairs and started to pack.
The doctor was waiting for Harry when he came out of the toilet. They continued down the last stretch of the corridor towards the prison officer.
‘His condition is stable,’ she said. ‘We might transfer him back to prison. What’s the purpose of this visit?’
‘I want to thank him for helping us to clear up a case. And to get back to him about a wish he had expressed.’
Harry took off his jacket, gave it to the officer and held out his arms while he was searched.
‘Five minutes. No more. OK?’
Harry nodded.
‘I’ll come in with you,’ said the prison guard who was unable to take his eyes off Harry’s disfigured cheek.
Harry arched an eyebrow.
‘Rules for civilian visits,’ the officer said. ‘It has come to our ears that you’ve resigned from the force.’
Harry shrugged.
The man had got out of bed and was sitting on a chair by the window.
‘We found him,’ Harry said, pulling a chair close. The prison guard stood by the door, but was within hearing distance. ‘Thanks for your help.’
‘I kept my part of the bargain,’ the man said. ‘What about yours?’
‘Rakel didn’t want to come.’
The man’s face didn’t move a muscle, he just shrank as if hit by an ice-cold gust of wind.
‘We found a bottle of medicine in the chest at Prince Charming’s cabin. I had a drop of the contents analysed yesterday. Ketanome. Same as he used on his victims. Do you know the drug? Fatal in large doses.’
‘Why are you telling me this?’
‘I was given some of it myself recently. In a way, I liked it. But then I like all kinds of drugs. Only you know that, don’t you? I told you what I did in the toilet at The Landmark in Hong Kong.’
The Snowman eyed Harry. Glanced cautiously at the prison officer and then back at Harry.
‘Oh yes,’ he said in a monotone. ‘In the cubicle at the end on.. .’
‘… the right,’ Harry said. ‘Well, as I said, thanks. Don’t look in the mirror.’
‘Same applies to you,’ the man said and offered him a bony, white hand.
When Harry was shown out at the end of the corridor, he turned and caught a glimpse of the Snowman tottering towards them with the guard. Before going into the toilet.
94
Glass Noodles
‘Hi, Hole.’ Kaja smiled up at him.
She was sitting in the bar, on a low stool, on her hands. Her gaze was intense, her lips blood red, her cheeks glowing. It struck him that he had not seen her wearing make-up before. And it was not true what he had once believed, in his naivety, that a woman cannot be made more beautiful with cosmetics. She was wearing a plain black dress. A short necklace of gold and white pearls rested against her collarbone and when she breathed they reflected soft light.
