He had come along without Fredrik having to knock him out.
Forsblad knew. He knew the law, at least on paper.
26
Forsblad knew that they could hold him for six hours plus six hours. He wanted to get out before then. He squirmed on the chair in the interrogation room. He wasn’t comfortable there. It wasn’t pleasant.
“What is your occupation, Hans?” asked Halders.
“What does that have to do with it?”
“Just answer the question, please.”
Forsblad was silent.
“Is it a secret? Your job?”
“What is this? What do you mean?”
“Clearly you don’t want to tell us.”
“I’m a lawyer at the district court.”
“What kind of law?”
“Sorry?”
“Do you work with civil rights or with-”
“I thought all policemen knew our lawyers,” said Forsblad.
“Do you know us, Hans?” asked Halders.
“Uh, no.”
“We asked around about you a little, and you’re as unfamiliar to the other lawyers as you are to us. As a lawyer, that is. Are you with me, Hans?”
“Uh… it… I don’t understand.”
“You’re an archivist, aren’t you? Nothing wrong with that. But you don’t need a law degree for that job.”
“I’m a lawyer,” said Forsblad. “I have the degree.”
Aneta could tell by looking at him that he was telling the truth, but a truth that belonged only to him.
“Your job is to be an archivist,” said Halders. “But you have expressed a wish to attend courtroom proceedings. That’s unusual.”
“I’ve noticed how the job could be done better,” said Forsblad. “I’m the one who’s slaved away retrieving the documents, aren’t I? I’m the one who’s done the work. I’ve read all the documents. I’ve made thousands of copies of them.”
Have you read all the copies, too? wondered Halders.
“What have I gotten for it?” said Forsblad. Aneta noticed that a little bubble of saliva had formed at one corner of his mouth. Suddenly Forsblad noticed that she had noticed. He gave her a look that said he realized she had noticed. It was a dark look. It said that he didn’t forgive her. For seeing him as a shady guy. For despising him just like everyone else despised him. He hated her. She was the enemy, one of the many in the army that marched against him.
Is that how it is? Am I reading all of that into that look? In any case, it’s nasty. He’s looking at me again. There’s a message.
Forsblad licked the corner of his mouth.
“You don’t like your job?” asked Halders.
Forsblad snorted, twice.
“Are they nasty to you at your job?” asked Halders.
Forsblad snorted again.
“Are there more people who have been nasty to you?” asked Halders.
Forsblad looked away, at the wall, which was painted a gaudy shade of green. We do not look our best in this room, and that’s the point, thought Aneta. Fredrik looks like a death camp commander.
“Was Anette nasty to you?” said Halders.
“Don’t bring her into this,” said Forsblad.
“Oh?”
Forsblad looked at the recorder, which was small and like a part of the table. There was no video camera this time. Maybe next time.
“Don’t bring her into it,” Forsblad repeated.
“Are you at all aware of why we’re having this conversation?” said Halders.
“No,” Forsblad said, and smiled.
Halders looked at Aneta. No, Fredrik. You can’t hit him for answering like that. You gave yourself away.
“We have spoken to Anette,” said Halders.
“I have, too,” said Forsblad.
Halders chose to ignore that comment.
“We told her that we want to help.”
“Help with what?”
Halders looked at him. Forsblad looked back. He doesn’t really seem to be following the conversation, thought Aneta. He’s drifting in and out of it.
“Protect her,” said Halders.
“Protect her? Protect her from what?”
“From you,” said Halders.
Forsblad said something they didn’t hear.
“Sorry?” said Halders.
“I’m not the one,” said Forsblad. “It’s not me.”
“Is there someone else who’s threatening Anette?”
Forsblad nodded twice, up and down. Like a child. He acts like a child, thought Aneta. This is like interrogating a child.
Forsblad nodded again. She could see that Fredrik saw what she saw. She saw what Fredrik was thinking: Hanzi shouldn’t be sitting here, he should be in the madhouse.
But there were no madhouses anymore.
The lunatics were sitting here instead.
“Who is threatening Anette?” asked Halders.
Forsblad didn’t look at him; he was looking at Aneta, who was sitting behind and to the left of Halders.
Suddenly he stretched out his hand and pointed at her.
Halders abruptly turned around.
“My colleague? What do you mean, Forsblad?”
“She’s threatening her with all these questions. Running about and sniffing around. Everywhere. Doesn’t understand. She doesn’t understand.”
“What doesn’t she understand?” said Halders.
Forsblad gave a sudden laugh. It was an ugly laugh.
“What don’t
“That would be quite a bit,” said Forsblad.
“Anette has been subjected to assault. We have witnesses. Who is it that has subjected her to this assault?”
“A physical assault?” asked Forsblad.
Every answer is an adventure, thought Aneta. We don’t know from question to question and answer to answer where we’ll end up. But maybe we’ll end up somewhere. Maybe Forsblad isn’t lying. Maybe it’s worse.
“There isn’t anything known as solely physical assault,” said Halders. “It’s all connected.”
“Interesting,” said Forsblad. “Interesting that you should say that.”
