or perhaps on Penelope and Bjorn since they were on the boat. Speculation would include alcohol and drugs. Perhaps a fight. Perhaps a serious drama stemming from jealousy. Before too long, Leif G. W. Persson would be sitting on a couch in a television studio explaining that the suspect was a close acquaintance and probably a boyfriend or ex-boyfriend.
What is the point behind making the fuel tank explode? Where’s the logic behind this plan? Viola is already dead, drowned in the zinc tub on the afterdeck. The killer carries her downstairs and leaves her on the bed.
Joona realizes too many ideas are coming at once. He puts on mental brakes and begins to find structure in the evidence he’s gathered, tries to find questions that still need answers.
He circles Viola’s name again and starts over.
What he knows now is that she was drowned in a tub and placed on a bed in the forecabin and that Penelope Fernandez and Bjorn Almskog have still not been found.
But that’s not all, he tells himself, and flips to a new page.
He writes the word “Calm” on the paper.
There was no wind and the boat was found drifting near Dalaro Island.
The boat’s bow had been damaged in a serious collision. Joona expected the technicians had likely already found evidence, perhaps even making some plaster casts for possible matches.
Joona throws the legal pad against the wall and shuts his eyes.
“Perkele,” he swears in Finnish.
Something has slipped through his fingers again. He had been just about to grasp it. He’d instinctively realized something, almost understood something, but then-it was gone.
Viola, he thinks. You died on the afterdeck. Why were you moved after your death? Who moved you, the killer or someone else?
If someone were to find her lifeless on the deck, that person would still try to bring her back to life. They’d call in an SOS alarm-that’s what people do. And if they realized she was already dead and it was too late, that she wouldn’t be coming back to life, then they wouldn’t just leave her lying there. They’d want to carry her inside and put a blanket over her. However, a body is awkward to move, even with two people. Yet the distance was hardly more than five meters, just in through the glass doors and down the stairs.
Even one person could manage that. It’s possible.
But you don’t carry her down the stairs and through the narrow hallway and then set her on the bed in the cabin.
Someone would only do that to stage some sort of setup: that she’d be found drowned on her bed in a water-filled boat.
“Exactly,” Joona mumbles and stands up.
He looks out through the window and sees an almost blue beetle crawling along the white ledge. Raising his gaze, he sees a woman on a bicycle disappear behind the trees-and, suddenly, he recovers the missing element he’d dropped.
Joona sits back down and drums the table. It was not Penelope they’d found in the boat, but her sister, Viola. But Viola was not on her own bed. She was on Penelope’s. The murderer made the same mistake I did, Joona thinks as shivers travel down his spine.
He thought he’d killed Penelope Fernandez. That’s why he’d put her on the forecabin’s bed. This is the only explanation that makes sense.
Joona jumps as the office door bangs open. It’s The Needle, pushing it open with his shoulder and backing in with a long, flat box in his arms. On the front there’s the image of large flames and the text proclaims Guitar Hero.
“Frippe and I are going to-”
“Quiet!” Joona barks.
“What’s up?” The Needle asks.
“Nothing. I just have to think.”
Joona gets up from the chair and strides out without another word, through the foyer, not even hearing the words said by the woman with the dazzling eyes in reception. He comes into the heat of the sun and stands quietly on the lawn by the parking lot.
A fourth person, unknown to either Penelope or Viola, killed Viola, Joona thinks. He mistook one sister for the other. This must mean that Penelope was alive when Viola was killed, or he wouldn’t have made that mistake.
Perhaps Penelope really is still alive, Joona thinks. Or her body is somewhere in the archipelago, on an island or deep beneath the sea. But we can hope that she’s still alive and if she is, we will find her very soon.
Joona strides quickly to his car even though he has no idea where he will go. He spots his cell phone up on its roof; he must have put it there when he locked the car door. He picks up the sun-warmed phone and calls Anja Larsson. No answer. He climbs in, automatically fastens the seat belt, but makes no next move. He just sits and tries to find the flaws in his reasoning.
The air is suffocating, but the heady aroma of the lilac bushes next to the parking lot eases its way into his nostrils and chases away the smell of decaying corpses from the pathology lab.
The cell phone in his hand rings. He looks at the display and answers.
“I’ve just talked to your doctor,” Anja says.
“Why have you been talking to him?”
“Janush says that you’ve not come in to see him,” she says accusingly.
“I really haven’t had the time.”
“But you’re taking your medicine?”
“It tastes terrible,” Joona jokes.
“But seriously… he called me because he was worried about you,” she says.
“I’ll talk to him.”
“But not until you’ve solved this case, right?”
“Do you have a pen and paper?”
“Go ahead, ignore me,” she says.
“The woman found on the boat is not Penelope Fernandez.”
“It’s Viola, I know. Petter told me.”
“Good.”
“You were wrong, Joona.”
“Yes, I know-”
“Say it, Joona!” she laughs.
“I’m always wrong,” he says.
There’s a moment of silence between them.
“Don’t joke about it,” she says.
“Have you found out anything about the boat or Viola Fernandez?”
“Viola and Penelope are sisters,” Anja replies. “Penelope and Bjorn are in some kind of relationship, and that’s lasted four years so far.”
“Yes, that’s about what I’ve guessed.”
“So I see. Do you want me to bother to continue?”
Joona doesn’t answer. Instead, he leans his head back on the headrest and sees that the windshield is covered with some kind of tree pollen.
“Viola wasn’t supposed to go on the boat with them,” Anja continues. “But she’d had a fight with her boyfriend, Sergei Yarushenko, that morning, and when she called to cry on her mother’s shoulder, it was the mother who suggested Viola go with her sister on the boat trip.”
“What do you know about Penelope?”
“I’ve actually focused on the victim, Viola, since-”
“The murderer believed he was killing Penelope.”
“What are you saying, Joona?”
“He made a mistake. He was going to hide the killing in a fake boating accident. He didn’t realize he’d put Viola on her sister’s bed.”
“Since he’d mixed up the sisters.”
