him. Without raising his voice he read out the decision to charge Jan Egil Skarnes with the murder of his two foster parents and subsequently firing a shot at police officers. Reference was made to the relevant paragraphs and attention drawn to a meeting to be called later in the day to discuss remand. As a basis for the charges, reference was made to the investigation and to the reports, now available, after the pathologist’s and the forensic examination. The findings were so clear that the police considered it reasonable to draw up charges. However, Standal informed the gathering that the investigation would continue at full strength with the intention of collecting further evidence until the case came to trial. The KRIPOS detective nodded in approval.
When the floor was opened to questions, Helge Haugen was quick to respond. ‘But there was also a hostage drama in Angedalen, wasn’t there?’
Standal fumbled for words before saying: ‘Until further notice, he is not charged with taking this girl from the neighbouring farm prisoner. The evidence suggests that she went with him of her own free will.’
‘Isn’t there a chance then that she might be charged with being an accomplice?’
‘Not at the present time,’ Standal rebuffed. ‘But we are continuing our investigation, as I said.’
The police official added: ‘At present there is no basis for any charges against this girl. Our preliminary conclusions are that she was unaware of what had transpired at Libakk Farm when she accompanied the accused up to Trodalen.’
I looked at Jens Langeland. His expression gave away nothing, but I could actually see him boiling inside. I would have liked to put up my hand and ask: ‘But isn’t it the case that this young girl actually confessed to carrying out both of these murders?’ I would have liked to see the reactions of the press corps and the high-ranking gentlemen at the end of the table, if such a claim were to be made, but it didn’t take me long to repress my inclinations. There were still some people in the room with whom I envisaged friendly relations, and an initiative of that kind would have put an abrupt end to that.
The questions from the floor soon dwindled and thereafter the press conference came to a close. Some radio and TV reporters wanted to ask the usual supplementary questions to the relevant police officials, but beyond that the gathering soon dispersed.
Langeland was waiting for me in the vestibule. I drew him into a corner. ‘I have several snippets of information for you, Langeland.’
‘Already? My goodness. Come on then! Now I need everything I can get.’
‘A source told me yesterday that Klaus Libakk kept a large sum of money at the farm. The takings from the smuggling racket, which, naturally enough, cannot be paid into a normal bank account.’
He viewed me with scepticism. ‘A sum of money from 1973? Which he has been able to eat into ever since? How much could have been left of it, do you think?’
‘Don’t know… But it could support the theory of a possible burglary, or at any rate an attempted burglary.’
‘Ye-es…’
‘But not only that, listen to this. The main person behind the contraband ring, according to the same source, was no other than Svein Skarnes!’
He stared at me in disbelief. ‘ Our Svein Skarnes, as it were?’
‘Exactly.’
I hastily retold all that Harald Dale had confided in me the previous evening, and with every turn the story took I could see his brain beginning to churn. Yet his excitement didn’t seem to be mounting, and when I came to Terje Hammersten’s role in the affair, I understood the reason.
‘Hell’s bells, Veum. If this is true then Vibecke really should have gone free that time! This is too terrible to contemplate. Now I definitely will have to have a serious talk with her as soon as I’m back in Oslo.’
‘Right, but that’s only one side of the matter. Now the police will be obliged to bring in Hammersten for questioning.’
‘Mm, I’ve told them! The problem is that they’re so fixated on the reports they now hold in their hands.’
‘Uhuh. Have you had access to them, too?’
He looked at me gloomily. ‘Yes. And I’m afraid to say, even after a superficial perusal, things don’t look good.’
‘What! What do you mean by that?’
‘First of all, there are the fingerprints on the weapon. His and his alone. And there was a residue of gunpowder on his hands.’
‘Yes, but we know he fired the rifle when he ran away from the police.’
‘Yes, indeed, and we will have to pump that one for all it is worth. Of course. But to go on… there are his bootmarks at the crime scene, in the blood on the floor, and spores of the same blood under his boots. Both Klaus and Kari were killed with this weapon. There is no sign of a break-in. Quite the opposite. The spare key which hung in a cupboard in the hall was in place. Jan Egil had his own key on him. And then Silje retracted her confession. But!’ He thrust an upright finger in the air. ‘She is extremely vague in her statement about what happened there last weekend — and especially last Monday.’
‘What about the suggestions of abuse from Klaus Libakk’s side?’
‘Now she claims that that, too, was something she made up, in an attempt to justify what is now looking like a bogus confession. And the medical examination in fact supports her, even if she is not what in the profession is known as a virgo intacta.’
‘Yes, I’d been told about that. Her sexual debut was a fact.’
‘And to tell the truth I’m not sure it would’ve been to Jan Egil’s advantage if she had been abused by her uncle. If Silje and he were lovers, which there is every reason to assume they were, it simply gives him a strong motive for the killing.’
‘Yes, of course you’re right there. So… what do we do now?’
‘First off, I will insist that the police bring in Terje Hammersten for questioning. I will demand that his alibi for Sunday evening is checked, and the police will be able to do that a great deal more effectively than you or I, Veum. Then we can move on from there. Right now I don’t have any more ideas.’
‘When’s the review meeting?’
‘Half past three, I was told.’
‘Is it an open meeting — could I go?’
‘I haven’t been told it’s not open. But the press is not allowed to report on review meetings, so if you want to know how the case is being presented you should be there.’ He looked at his watch. ‘But now I have to go in to see Jan Egil. We’d better talk later.’
We parted quickly, and he hurried back into the police offices. As I came out of the building, I saw Oygunn Bratet on her way to Lange Bridge. I scurried after her and caught up with her by the pedestrian crossing on the other side of the river. When she saw me alongside her, she sent me a bittersweet little smile.
I didn’t waste any time. ‘Ready to go?’
She rolled her eyes. ‘No! Not yet.’
‘Listen… We can do this in two ways, froken Bratet.’
‘It’s fru.’
‘Nonetheless. I can call on Silje and her foster parents on my own, or I can do it in your company. Which would you prefer?’
‘Or I can have you arrested by the police.’
‘For what?’
That stumped her, and we ended up travelling to Angedalen together, though each in our own car with neither of us feeling much pleasure at being reunited as we parked in the yard at Almelid Farm and got out.
38
Almelid was a well maintained farm, both on the outside and the inside. The walls of the sitting room were white and smooth with just a few pictures up. There was a collection of family photos, an aerial photo of the farm and a landscape picture of the classic kind: a fjord in the evening light with the sun low over the shiny sea.
