apartment and dragged Benjamin out.
Erik opens his bottle of mineral water, takes a sip, and calls home. He hears his own voice on the answering machine, exhorting himself to leave a message. He cuts the connection and calls Simone’s mobile instead. She doesn’t answer.
“Hi, Simone,” he says to her voicemail. “Look, I do think you ought to accept police protection. Apparently, Josef Ek is very angry with me. But that’s it, as far as we know. He didn’t take Benjamin.”
He gulps down a bite of the hamburger, aware suddenly of the gnawing emptiness in his stomach. He spears the crisply fried potatoes on his plastic fork, thinking about Joona’s face when he read Josef ’s letter to Evelyn. It was as if the temperature in the room had fallen. The pale grey eyes became like ice, but with an uncompromising sharpness. Erik tries to recall Evelyn’s face, her exact words when she suddenly realized Josef had returned to the house. Mulling it over, Erik decides she didn’t deliberately fail to mention the secret room but had simply forgotten about it.
He eats some more of the burger, wipes his hands on the paper napkin, and makes another attempt to get hold of Simone. Not only does she need to be told that it wasn’t Josef Ek who took Benjamin, but he also wants to ask what else she can recall from the night Benjamin was abducted. Despite his relief at finding that his son is not in Josef Ek’s hands, he knows they have to start all over, think the whole thing through from the beginning. He opens a notebook, writes Aida’s name on it, then changes his mind and tears out the sheet. It’s Simone he needs to talk to. She must remember more, he says to himself, she must have seen something. Joona had interviewed her, but she hadn’t remembered anything else. Of course, they’d been concentrating on Josef then.
His cell phone rings and he puts down the burger, wipes his hands again, and answers without looking at the display.
“Erik Maria Bark.”
There is a dull crackling, roaring noise.
“Hello?” says Erik, more loudly this time.
Suddenly he hears a faint voice. “Dad?”
The hot oil hisses as the basket of potatoes is lowered in.
“Benjamin?” A half-dozen burgers are slapped on the grill. The telephone roars. “Hang on, I can’t hear you.”
Erik pushes his way past the customers lined up to order and out into the car park.
“Benjamin?”
Snow is whirling around the yellow streetlamps. “Can you hear me now?” asks Benjamin, sounding close.
“Where are you? Tell me where you are!”
“I don’t know, Dad. I don’t get it, I’m lying in the boot of a car and we’ve just been driving forever.”
“Who’s taken you?”
“I woke up here. I can’t see anything, I’m thirsty- ”
“Are you hurt?”
“Dad!” He sobs.
“I’m here, Benjamin.”
“What’s going on?” He sounds small and afraid.
“I’ll find you,” says Erik. “Do you know where you’re going?”
“I heard a voice just when I woke up; it was all mushy, like, he was talking through a blanket. What was it again? It was something about… a house…”
“Tell me more! What kind of house?”
“No, not just a house, a haunted house.”
“Where?”
“We’re stopping now, Dad, the car’s stopped, they’re coming,” says Benjamin, sounding terrified. “I can’t talk any more.”
Erik hears strange rummaging noises, followed by a creaking sound and then Benjamin’s sudden scream. His voice is shrill and unsteady; he sounds terribly frightened:
“Leave me alone, I don’t want to, please, I promise- ”
Then silence; the connection has been broken.
Erik stares at his phone but does not use it; he doesn’t want to risk blocking another call from his son. He waits by the car, praying Benjamin will call again, tries to go over the conversation but keeps losing the thread. Benjamin’s fear stabs through his head, over and over again. He realizes he has to tell Simone.
Chapter 60
Erik gets into the car, his hands shaking so fiercely he can’t slide the key into the ignition. He knows he’s left his hat and gloves next to his burger in the diner, but he can’t be bothered to go back inside. The surface of the road shimmers in shades of grey from the wet snow as he reverses into the darkness and drives home. He parks on Dobelnsgatan and strides down to Luntmakargatan, feeling a strange sense of alienation as he walks in the door and hurries up the stairs. He rings the doorbell, waits, hears footsteps, the small click as the metal cover of the peephole is pushed to one side. He hears the door being unlocked from the inside, but it doesn’t open to admit him, so he opens it himself. Simone has moved back down the dark hallway. In her jeans and blue knitted sweater, arms folded over her chest, she looks resolute.
“You’re not answering your phone,” says Erik.
“I saw you’d called,” she says in a subdued voice. “Was it something important?”
“Yes.”
Her face cracks, revealing all the anxiety she’s been struggling to hide. She puts her hand over her mouth and stares at him.
“Benjamin called me half an hour ago.”
“Oh my God!” She moves closer. “Where is he?” she asks, raising her voice.
“I don’t know. He didn’t know himself, he didn’t know anything.”
“What did he say?”
“He told me he was in the boot of a car.”
“Was he hurt?”
“I don’t think so.”
“But what- ”
“Hang on,” Erik interrupts. “I need to borrow a phone. It might be possible to trace the call.”
“Who are you going to call?”
“The police. I’ve got a contact who- ”
“I’ll talk to Dad- it’ll be quicker.”
Erik briefly considers protesting but thinks better of it. She takes the phone and he sits on the low hall seat in the darkness, feeling his face growing hot in the warmth.
“Were you asleep?” Simone asks. “Dad, I have to… Erik’s here; he’s spoken to Benjamin; you have to trace the call… I don’t know… No, I haven’t… You’d better speak to him.”
Erik takes the phone and holds it to his ear. “Hi.”
“Tell me what happened, Erik,” says Kennet.
“I wanted to call the police, but Simone said you could trace the call more quickly.”
“She could well be right.”
“Benjamin called me half an hour ago. He had no idea where he was or who had taken him; all he really knew was that he was lying in the boot of a car. While we were talking the car stopped, Benjamin said he could hear someone coming, he started shouting, and then everything went quiet.”
Erik can hear the sound of suppressed sobs from Simone.
“Did he call from his own phone?” asks Kennet.
