‘It won’t budge.’
‘So what do we do now?’ asked Paula gloomily. Then she gasped. ‘Johanna!’
‘Who’s Johanna?’ asked Martin in surprise.
Paula didn’t reply for a moment. Then she said, ‘My partner. We’re going to have a baby in two weeks. But you never know… and I promised to keep my mobile handy.’
‘Don’t worry,’ said Martin, trying to process the information. ‘Babies are usually late when it’s the first one.’
‘I hope so,’ said Paula. ‘Otherwise she’s going to want my head on a platter. It’s a good thing that she can always get hold of my mother. In the worst case…’
‘Don’t even think about that,’ Martin told her. ‘We’re not going to be stuck down here for long. And as I said, if she still has two weeks to go, it’s probably all right.’
‘But nobody knows where we are,’ said Paula, sitting down on the bottom step. ‘And while we’re stuck here, the murderer is getting away.’
‘Look on the bright side. At least we know now that we were right,’ Martin said. Paula didn’t even deign to reply.
Upstairs in the entry hall, Paula’s mobile began ringing frantically.
Mellberg hesitated as he stood on the doorstep. Everything had felt so right at the dance class on Friday, but since then he hadn’t seen Rita, in spite of repeated walks along her usual route. And he missed her. It surprised him that his feelings were so strong, but he could no longer ignore the fact that he really and truly missed her. Ernst seemed to be thinking along the same lines, judging by the way he had tugged on his lead all the way to the building where Rita lived. While Mellberg hadn’t exactly resisted the pull, he was hesitant. Partly because he didn’t know if she’d be at home, partly because he felt uncharacteristically shy and afraid of seeming pushy. But he shook off this feeling and pressed the button on the intercom. No one answered, and he was just about to leave when he heard a crackling sound and a stressed voice gasping into the speaker.
‘Hello?’ he said, going back to the door. ‘It’s Bertil Mellberg.’
At first there was no answer; then came a barely audible ‘Come up.’ Followed by a groan. He frowned. How strange. But with Ernst in tow, Mellberg climbed the two floors to Rita’s flat. The door was ajar. Surprised, he stepped inside.
‘Hello?’ he called. Again no answer until he suddenly heard a groan quite nearby, and when he glanced towards the sound, he caught sight of someone lying on the floor.
‘I’m having… contractions…’ gasped Johanna, who was curled up in a ball as she panted to ride out the pain.
‘Oh, dear God,’ said Mellberg, feeling sweat break out on his forehead. ‘Where’s Rita? I’ll phone her! And Paula. We need to get hold of Paula, and an ambulance,’ he said, looking around the hall for the nearest phone.
‘I tried… couldn’t get… hold of…’ groaned Johanna, but couldn’t go on until the contraction diminished. Then she slowly hauled herself to her feet by holding on to the handle on the nearby wardrobe. She clutched at her stomach, staring panic-stricken at Bertil.
‘Don’t you think I’ve tried to phone them? Nobody is answering! How hard could it be to… Oh shit…’ Her curses were cut off by another contraction, and she dropped to her knees, breathing hard. ‘Drive me to… the hospital,’ she told Mellberg, pointing to a set of car keys lying on the bureau. He stared at them as if they might be transformed into a hissing snake at any moment, but then he saw his hand reach in slow motion for the keys. Without knowing how he did it, he found himself more or less carrying and dragging Johanna out to the car, and then shoving her on to the back seat. Ernst had to stay behind in the flat. Stomping down on the accelerator, Mellberg drove towards NAL, the Norra Alvsborg County Hospital. He felt panic seize hold of him as Johanna started panting harder, and the drive from Vanersborg to Trollhattan seemed endless. But finally he was driving up to the entrance of the maternity ward, where he stopped and pulled Johanna out of the car. Her eyes were filled with terror as she followed him inside.
‘She’s going to have a baby,’ said Mellberg to the nurse behind the glass window. She glanced at Johanna, her expression showing that she thought his words were hardly necessary.
‘Come with me,’ she told them peremptorily, showing them to a nearby room.
‘I guess I’ll be… leaving now,’ said Mellberg nervously, when Johanna was told to start by taking off her trousers. But she grabbed his arm just as he was about to flee and hissed in a low voice as another contraction overtook her:
‘You’re not going… anywhere. I have no intention of… doing this… alone.’
‘But…’ Mellberg started to protest. Then he realized that he didn’t have the heart to leave her there all alone. With a sigh, he sank on to a chair and tried to look in a different direction as Johanna was examined.
‘Dilated seven centimetres,’ said the midwife, glancing at Mellberg, whom she assumed would want this information. He nodded, although he silently wondered what that could mean. Was it good? Bad? How many centimetres were required? And with growing amazement, he realized that he was bound to find out, along with a good deal of other facts, before this whole thing was over.
He took his mobile out of his pocket and again punched in Paula’s number. But he got only her voicemail. The same thing with Rita. What was wrong with them? Why didn’t they have their phones with them, since they knew that Johanna could give birth at any moment? Mellberg put his mobile back in his pocket and began pondering whether he could slip out unnoticed.
Two hours later, he was still there. They had been taken to a birthing room, and he was being kept firmly in place by Johanna, who had an iron grip on his hand. He couldn’t help feeling sorry for her. He had learned that those seven centimetres needed to be ten, but the last three seemed to be taking their time. Johanna was making good use of the nitrous oxide mask, and Mellberg almost wished he could try it himself.
‘I can’t take it any more,’ said Johanna, her eyes glazed from the gas. Her sweaty hair was plastered to her forehead, and Mellberg reached for a towel and wiped her brow.
‘Thanks,’ she said, looking at him with an expression that made him forget any thought of leaving.
Mellberg couldn’t help being fascinated by what was playing out right before his eyes. He had always known that giving birth was a painful process, but he had never witnessed what herculean efforts were required, and for the first time in his life, he felt a deep respect for the female sex. He could never have done it – that was one thing he knew for sure.
‘Try to… phone them again,’ said Johanna, breathing in nitrous oxide as the machine hooked up to her abdomen indicated that a major contraction was about to start.
Mellberg pulled loose his hand and again punched in the two numbers that he had been calling continuously the last few hours. Still nobody answered, and he sadly shook his head as he looked at Johanna.
‘Where the hell…’ she said, but then was overcome by the next contraction, and her words turned to moans.
‘Are you sure you don’t want that… pedisural, or whatever it was she asked you about?’ said Mellberg nervously, wiping more sweat from Johanna’s forehead.
‘No. I’m so close now… It might slow down… And by the way, it’s called an epidural.’ She began moaning again, arching her back.
The midwife came into the room to see how dilated Johanna was, and announced, ‘She’s all the way open now.’ She sounded pleased. ‘Do you hear that, Johanna? Good work. Ten centimetres. You’ll be able to push soon. You’re doing great. Your baby will be here very soon.’
Mellberg took Johanna’s hand and squeezed it. He had a strange feeling in his chest. The closest word he could find to describe it was ‘pride’. He was proud that the midwife had praised Johanna, that they had been working together, and that the baby would soon be here.
‘How long will the pushing take?’ he asked the midwife, and she patiently answered his question. No one had asked about his relationship to Johanna, so he assumed that they thought he was the father, albeit a rather old one. And he didn’t bother to disabuse them.
‘It varies,’ said the midwife, ‘but my guess is that we’ll have the baby here within half an hour.’ And she smiled encouragement at Johanna, who was resting for a few seconds between contractions. Then she contorted her face and tensed her body again.
‘It feels different now,’ she said between clenched teeth, reaching once more for the nitrous oxide.
