Midnight Sun

Chapter 14

Perhaps the drink washed the worst of the darkness away, but it couldn’t wash Lea from my heart and mind. If I hadn’t realised before, I knew it now. I was stupidly, hopelessly and helplessly in love. Again.

But it was different this time. There was no one in the row in front of me that I’d rather have. Just her. I wanted this inordinately Christian woman with her kid, scar on her lip and recently drowned husband. Lea. The girl with the raven-black hair, a blue shimmer in her eyes, and a sway in her walk. Who talked slowly, thoughtfully, without unnecessary elaboration. The woman who saw you as you were, and accepted it. Accepted me. That alone...

I turned towards the wall.

And she wanted me. Even if she had said that she never wanted to see me again, I knew she wanted me. Why else would she have kissed me? She had kissed me, and she wouldn’t have done that unless she wanted to, and nothing had happened after that moment until she suddenly ran off. So unless she thought I was such a bad kisser that she’d dumped me there and then, it was simply a matter of getting her to understand that I was a man she could count on. One who’d look after her and Knut. That she’d got me wrong. That I had got myself wrong. I didn’t want to run away, not this time. Because I had it in me, I just hadn’t had a chance to prove it yet. Creating a home. But now that I thought about it, I liked the idea. Liked the idea of solidity, predictability. Yes, even uniformity and monotony. I had always looked for those things, after all. I just hadn’t found them. Until now.

I laughed at myself. Couldn’t help it. Because there I lay, under sentence of death, drunk, a failed contract killer, planning a long and happy life together with a woman who, the last time I talked to her, had told me in no uncertain terms that I was the last person she wanted to see again.

Then, when I turned back towards the room again and saw that the bottle on the chair in front of me was empty, I knew that one of two things was bound to happen.

I had to see her. Or I had to have more drink.

Before I slipped off into sleep again I heard a distant howl that rose and sank. They were back. They could smell death and decay, and they would soon be here.

Things were getting desperate.

I got up early. The towers of cloud were still off to the west, but they hadn’t come any closer, and, if anything, seemed to have pulled back slightly. And I hadn’t heard any more thunder either.

I washed in the stream. Removed the red silk scarf that was still tied round my head and bathed the wound to my temple. I put on my new underwear, new shirt. Shaved. I was about to rinse the silk scarf when I noticed it still held a little of her scent. I tied it round my neck instead. Muttered the words I was thinking of saying, words I must have changed eight times in the past hour, but I still knew them off by heart. They weren’t supposed to sound elaborate, just honest. And I ended with the words: ‘Lea, I love you.’ Hell, of course it had to end with that. Here I am, and I love you. Throw me out of the door if you must, if you can. But here I stand, holding out my hand to you, and in it lies my beating heart. I rinsed the razor and brushed my teeth, just in case she might want to kiss me again.

Then I started to walk down towards the village.

A swarm of flies rose up from the corpse of the reindeer as I passed. Oddly, it looked as though it had got bigger. There was a stench coming from the animal that I hadn’t noticed until now, even though it was only twenty paces from the cabin. Presumably it had been swept away by the steady west wind. One of its eyes was missing. A bird of prey, probably. But it didn’t look as though a wolf or any other large animal had been at it. Not yet.

I walked on. Quickly and firmly. Past the village, down to the jetty. Before I went to see Lea, I had to sort a couple of things out.

I pulled the pistol from my waistband, took a run-up of a couple of steps, and threw it as far out to sea as I could. Then I went to Pirjo’s shop. I bought a tin of reindeer meatballs, just for the sake of it, and asked where Mattis lived. After trying in vain to tell me in Finnish three times, she led me outside and pointed to a house a couple of pistols’ throw further up the road.

Mattis opened up after I had rung the doorbell three times and was about to walk away.

‘I thought I heard someone out here,’ he said. His hair was sticking in all directions, and he was wearing a wool jumper that was full of holes, and underpants and thick woollen socks. ‘The door’s unlocked, so what are you doing standing here?’

‘Didn’t you hear the doorbell?’

He looked with interest at the object I was pointing at.

‘Look at that, I’ve got a doorbell,’ he declared. ‘Doesn’t seem like it works, though. Come in.’

Mattis evidently lived in a house with no furniture.

‘You live here?’ I asked. My voice echoed off the walls.

‘As little as possible,’ he said. ‘But this is my address.’

‘So who’s your interior designer?’

‘I inherited the house from Sivert. Someone else inherited the furniture.’

‘Sivert was a relative?’

‘Don’t know. Maybe. Actually, I suppose we had a few similarities. He probably thought we were related.’

I laughed. Mattis looked at me blankly, pulled on some trousers and sat down on the floor. Crossed his legs.

I did the same.

‘Forgive me asking, but what happened to your cheek?’

‘I ran into a branch,’ I said, taking the money out of my jacket pocket.

He counted it. Grinned and stuffed it in his own pocket. ‘Silence,’ he said. ‘And drink, nice and cold from the cellar. What sort do you want?’

‘Is there more than one?’

‘No.’ The same grin. ‘Does this mean you’re thinking of staying in Kåsund, Ulf?’

‘Maybe.’

‘You’re safe here now, so why go anywhere else? You’ll be staying up at the cabin?’

‘Where else?’

‘Well...’ His grin looked as though it had been painted onto his face. ‘You’ve got to know a couple of the women here in the village. You might perchance feel like warming up a bit now that autumn’s on its way.’

I toyed with the idea of landing a fist right on his brown teeth. Where the hell had he got that from? I forced a smile: ‘Has your cousin been telling you stories, now?’

‘Cousin?’

‘Konrad. Kåre. Kornelius.’

‘He’s not my cousin.’

‘He said he was.’ I tried to unfold my legs again.

‘Did he?’ Mattis raised an eyebrow and scratched his bushy hair. ‘Bloody hell, that would mean... Hey, where are you going?’

‘Away from here.’

‘But you haven’t got your drink yet.’

‘I’ll manage without.’

‘Will you?’ he called after me.

I walked between the gravestones up to the church.

The door was ajar, so I slipped in.

She was standing by the altar with her back to me, arranging some flowers in a vase. I inhaled, trying to keep my breathing calm, but my heart was already out of control. I walked up to her with heavy strides. Even so, she jumped when I cleared my throat.

She spun round. The two steps leading up to the altar meant she was looking down at me. Her eyes were red, narrow slits under the swollen lids. I thought my heart must be visible from the outside, that it was about to start hammering dents in my chest.

‘What do you want?’ Her whispered voice sounded husky from crying.

It was gone.

Everything I had planned to say was gone, forgotten.

All that was left was the last sentence.

So I said it.

‘Lea, I love you.’

I saw her blink, as if horrified.

Encouraged by the fact that she hadn’t immediately thrown me out, I went on: ‘I want you and Knut to come with me. To a place where no one can find us. A big city. One with an archipelago and mashed potato and medium-strength lager. We can fish and go to the theatre. And afterwards we can walk slowly home to our flat on Strandvägen. I can’t afford a big flat if it has to be there, because it’s an expensive street. But the flat would be ours.’

She whispered something as tears filled her already red eyes.

‘What?’ I took a step forward, but stopped when she raised her hands. She was holding a bouquet of withered flowers up protectively in front of her. She repeated herself, louder this time:

‘Is that what you said to Anita as well?’

It was as if someone had tipped a bucket of water from the Barents Sea over me.

Lea shook her head. ‘She came here. To give me her condolences about Hugo, she said. And she had seen you and me in my car, so she wondered if I knew where you were. Seeing as you’d promised to come back.’

‘Lea, I...’

‘No need, Ulf. Just get out of here.’

‘No! You know I needed somewhere to hide. Johnny was here looking for me. Anita offered to let me stay, and I had nowhere else to go.’

I thought I could detect a tiny hint of doubt in her voice. ‘So you didn’t touch her?’

I wanted to deny it, but it was as if my jaw muscles were paralysed, and my mouth just gaped open. Knut had been right: I’m no good at lying either.

‘I... I might have touched her, maybe. But it didn’t mean anything.’

‘No?’ Lea sniffed, and wiped away a tear with the back of her hand. ‘Maybe it’s for the best, Ulf. I couldn’t have gone anywhere with you anyway, but now at least I won’t have to wonder about what might have been.’

She lowered her head, turned and walked towards the sacristy. No long-winded farewell.

I wanted to run after her. Stop her. Explain. Plead. Force her. But it was as if all my energy, all my willpower had drained away.

And as the sound of the door slamming behind her echoed around the rafters, I knew that was the last time I would see Lea.

I tumbled out into the daylight. Stood there on the church steps, staring out with stinging eyes at the serried ranks of gravestones.

The darkness came. I fell. The hole sucked me in, down, and not even all the drink in the world would stop it.

But of course even if it doesn’t do anything to help, drink is still drink. And when I knocked on Mattis’s door and went in, he had already put two bottles on the kitchen worktop.

‘I thought you’d come back,’ he grinned.

I took the bottles and left without a word.