The Quarry

her he was interviewing people over the phone. When they met they had both been working in marketing, but Marika had become a team leader while Per had decided to quit after their divorce. It was a decision he had arrived at gradually, partly because of Jerry. His father had been hungry for money and success, and he didn’t want to follow him down that road.

But interviewing was a job he could do wherever there was a telephone. It was all about checking what image a particular item had, finding out people’s dreams and hopes about the product, so that future sales and marketing campaigns could build on that knowledge.

By shortly after ten o’clock he had called twenty-five of the numbers on his list, and had got answers from fourteen of them. When he put down the phone after the last interview, it rang immediately.

‘Morner.’

He couldn’t hear a voice, just a strange, echoing noise. It sounded as if someone was yelling in the background, a few metres from the phone, but it sounded metallic. Recorded.

‘Hello?’

No reply. The yelling continued.

Wrong number – or perhaps another telephone interviewer. Per hung up.

He carried on working through his list, but at about eleven o’clock he took a break to go and fetch the Kalmar newspaper from the mailbox. It was supposed to be a morning paper, but it arrived much later in Stenvik.

He walked back to the cottage, flicking through the news pages, and stopped dead when he saw the headline:

BODIES FOUND AFTER HOUSE FIRE

The badly burnt bodies of a woman in her thirties and a man in his sixties were found on Wednesday in a house outside Ryd, to the south of Vaxjo.

The property was completely destroyed in a fire on Sunday night, and an employee who was believed to be in the house was reported missing. The police searched the remains of the house and discovered a body which has been identified as that of the missing man. Another person was also discovered in a different part of the house, a younger woman who has yet to be identified.

The cause of the fire is not yet known, but after interviewing a witness, police believe it was started deliberately. A preliminary investigation into arson has begun.

Per folded up the paper and went back to the cottage. So he really had heard a woman screaming in the burning house, and no doubt the police would soon be in touch. He sat down in the kitchen and called them himself.

He rang the number for the station in Vaxjo and asked for the woman who had interviewed him after the fire, but she wasn’t at work and he was passed on to an inspector by the name of Lars Marklund, who demanded both Jerry and Per’s personal ID numbers before he said anything at all; even then he wasn’t particularly talkative.

‘This is a case of arson involving two deaths, and the preliminary investigation is ongoing. That’s all I can say.’

‘One of the dead is a woman, according to the paper,’ said Per. ‘Do you know who she was?’

‘Do you know who she was?’ asked the inspector.

‘No,’ Per said quickly.

The inspector didn’t say anything, so Per went on: ‘Do you have any suspects?’

‘I can’t comment on that.’

‘Is there any way I can help?’

‘Yes,’ said the officer. ‘You can tell me about the scene.’

‘The scene … Do you mean the house?’

‘Yes – our technicians have been wondering what the house was actually used for. There were several small bedrooms upstairs, and parts of the house were set out like a classroom, and a bar or a pub, and then there was some kind of prison cell …’

‘It was a film studio,’ said Per. ‘The guest rooms were for the actors who came to work there. Other rooms were set up for filming a variety of scenes. I was never involved, but according to my father they had every possible scenario.’

‘Oh, so they made films there,’ said the inspector. ‘Anything we might have heard of?’

Per sighed to himself before replying. ‘No. They made films that went straight to video, films that were made very quickly.’

‘Mysteries?’

‘No. They made … erotic films.’

It was like a production line, he thought. Hans Bremer had worked fast as a director; Jerry had said that he sometimes made an entire full-length film in two days.

‘Erotic films … Do you mean porn?’

‘Exactly. They took male and female models out there and made porn films.’

Marklund paused.

‘I see,’ he said eventually. ‘Well, that isn’t necessarily illegal, as long as no minors are involved. Were they?’

‘No,’ Per said quickly, although he wasn’t absolutely certain. How old had Regina actually been?

‘So you were part of this … activity?’

‘No, not at all. But my father has told me a certain amount.’

‘Has he said anything about why his companion burnt down their studio?’ asked the inspector. ‘Or do you have any idea why he did it?’

The question revealed how the police were thinking. They believed Bremer was behind the fire.

‘No,’ said Per. ‘But I don’t think the business has been going all that well for the last few years. My father fell ill, and I think perhaps competition from abroad has increased in … in this particular industry. But that’s no reason to kill yourself, surely?’

‘You never know,’ said Marklund.

Per wondered whether to tell him about the figure he had seen on the edge of the forest, but decided to keep quiet. He’d already mentioned it in an interview; that would have to do.

He looked out of the window at the patio, where Jerry was fast asleep on a sun lounger. ‘Are you going to talk to my father?’

‘Not before Easter,’ said Marklund. ‘But we’ll be in touch.’

Per put down the phone. That was that.

If Jerry hadn’t been fully retired before this weekend, he had no choice now – his workplace was gone. Per would drive him back to his apartment after Easter, and he could live a peaceful life there. Sit in front of the TV and live on his pension. If he had one.

Per went out on to the patio. ‘I’ve just been speaking to the police, Jerry. They’ve found two bodies in your house … Hans Bremer and a woman. Did you see a woman there?’

Jerry looked up at him and shook his head.

Per sat down opposite him. ‘The police seem to think it was Bremer who set fire to the place,’ he said. ‘And that does seem like the logical explanation, doesn’t it?’

But Jerry was still shaking his head. Eventually his mouth formed just one word: ‘No.’

‘Yes, Jerry. They think he wanted to destroy the studio.’

His father appeared to abandon the attempt to speak. He bent down to his briefcase and opened the worn straps. He rooted through a pile of papers and pulled out a magazine. It was the same old copy of Babylon he had whipped out at the party.

‘I don’t want to look at that,’ said Per curtly.

But Jerry started flicking through the pages anyway, as if he were looking for something. Then he found a particular double-page spread, and held it up to Per. ‘Markus Lukas,’ he said.

Per sighed, he didn’t want to look. But he leaned forward anyway.

The pictures Jerry was holding up showed nothing more than yet another sex scene between a well-built man and a young blonde woman – the same scenario his father had published in one magazine after another over the years. The female model was lying underneath the man, but her face was turned away from him and towards the photographer, and the couple seemed to be making every effort to touch each other as little as possible. There