awake.'
'I'm worried he's going to strike again,' Wallander said. 'Aren't you?'
Nyberg was silent for a moment before answering. 'I'm always worried. But I also have the feeling that what happened here won't be repeated.'
'I hope you're right,' Wallander said. 'I'll be back in a couple of hours.'
He returned to the car park, without experiencing the feeling that someone was out there in the darkness. He curled up in the back seat of his car and fell asleep immediately.
It was broad daylight and someone was knocking on the window. He saw Hoglund's face and hauled himself out of the car. His whole body ached.
'What time is it?'
'It's 7 a.m.'
'Damn it, I've slept in. They have to start looking for a place to dig.'
'They've already started,' she said. 'That's why I came to find you. Hansson's on his way.'
They hurried up along the path. 'I hate this,' Wallander grumbled. 'Sleeping in the back of a car, getting up unwashed and looking like hell. I'm too old for this. How am I supposed to think without even having a cup of coffee?'
'I think we can fix that,' she said. 'If the station hasn't supplied us with anything, you can have some of mine. I'll even give you a sandwich.'
Wallander picked up his pace, but she still seemed to walk more quickly than he did. It annoyed him. They passed the place where he had felt as if someone was hiding in the bushes. He stopped and looked around, realising that it was the perfect lookout. Hoglund looked at him expectantly, but Wallander didn't feel like explaining.
'Do me a favour,' he said. 'Get Edmundsson and his dog to search this place. Have them go 20 metres into the woods on either side.'
'Why?'
'Because I want them to. That's all the explanation I can give right now.'
'What do you want the dog to look for?'
'I don't know. Something that shouldn't be there.'
She asked no further questions, and he already regretted not telling her more. It was too late now. They kept walking and she handed him a copy of the newspaper. It had a picture of 'Louise' printed on the front page. He read the headline without stopping.
'Who's in charge of this?' he asked.
'Martinsson is organising and checking the leads as they come in.'
'It's important that it's done right.'
'Martinsson is very careful.'
'Not always.'
He heard how irritated and disapproving he sounded and knew there was no reason to take his tiredness out on her. But there was no one else around.
When all this is over I'll have to speak to her, he thought helplessly.
At that moment a jogger came towards them. Wallander reacted without a second thought by placing himself in the man's way.
'Haven't they sealed off the area? No one should be here except the police!'
The jogger was in his 30s and was wearing headphones. As he tried to run past, Wallander reached out to stop him. The jogger, thinking he was being attacked, hit back. He caught Wallander on the side of his jaw. Wallander was taken by surprise and collapsed. When he got his bearings, Hoglund had the man pinned to the ground with his arm twisted behind his back. The headphones had fallen onto the path, and Wallander heard to his surprise that the jogger had been listening to opera. Some officers came running down to help them and handcuffed the jogger. Wallander got up gingerly and felt his jaw. It hurt, and he had bitten the inside of his mouth, but his teeth were unharmed. He looked over at the jogger.
'The reserve has been sealed off,' he said. 'Did that fact escape you?'
'Sealed off?'
The man's surprise seemed genuine.
'Get his name,' Wallander ordered. 'Make sure the barriers are up. Then take him out and let him go.'
'I'm going to report this,' the jogger said angrily.
Wallander turned away and felt the inside of his mouth with a finger. Then he slowly turned back around to face him.
'What's your name?'
'Hagroth.'
'What else?'
'Nils.'
'And what is it you're going to report?'
'Excessive force. Here I am jogging peacefully and then I'm attacked without warning.'
'You're wrong,' Wallander said. 'The person who was assaulted was me, not you. I'm a police officer and I was trying to stop you because you were inside a restricted area.'
The jogger began to protest but Wallander lifted his hand. 'You can get a year's jail time for assault of a police officer. It's a very serious offence. You're obliged to follow police orders and you were trespassing in a restricted area. You could get three years. Don't think you'll get away with a fine and a slap on the wrist. Do you have a previous criminal record?'
'Of course not.'
'Then we'll say three years. But if you forget about this and stay away from here I'll think about letting it drop.'
The jogger tried to protest again but once more Wallander's hand went up.
'You have ten seconds to make up your mind.'
The jogger nodded.
'Take off the handcuffs,' Wallander ordered. 'See that you get him out of here and get his address.'
Wallander continued walking up the path. His jaw hurt, but he was no longer tired.
'He wouldn't get three years,' Hoglund said.
'He doesn't know that,' Wallander said. 'And I don't think he's likely to go to any length to find out if it's true.'
'I thought this was exactly the kind of thing the head of the national police wants us to avoid,' she said. 'Shaking the people's trust in the police.'
'It'll be shaken more if we don't find whoever killed Boge, Norman and Hillstrom. Plus one of our colleagues.'
When they finally arrived at the crime scene, Wallander poured coffee into a Styrofoam cup and went looking for Nyberg, who was supervising preparations for the dig. Nyberg's hair was standing on end, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was in a foul mood.
'I don't know why I'm the one who's suddenly in charge of this,' he said. 'Where the hell is everybody? Why is your face all bloody?'
Wallander felt his cheek with one hand. The corner of his mouth was bleeding.
'I got into a fight with a jogger,' he said. 'Hansson's on his way.'
'A fight with a jogger?'
'It's a long story.'
Wallander filled Hoglund in on their conversation about where the bodies might be buried, and put her in charge of the search. He made some rapid calculations. With Hoglund and Hansson at the crime scene, there was no reason for him to stay. If Martinsson was taking care of things back at the station, that meant Wallander could turn his attention to other tasks.
He dialled Martinsson's number. 'I'm coming in,' he told him. 'Having Hansson and Ann-Britt here is enough.'
'Any results?'
