Night Rounds

Chapter 20

“A NEIGHBOR DISCOVERED the fire shortly after midnight. Arson. The technician—that Svensson guy—called me from the scene of the fire and told me that he’s absolutely sure it started in the hallway. The whole apartment burned up, even though other units in the building were not damaged as much. It looks like someone poured flammable liquid through the mail slot and then set it on fire with a burning rag or the like.” Superintendent Andersson, in deep gloom, surveyed his investigators. No one commented on his report, but they all were unusually alert, especially for that hour of the morning. “The technician also said there was no one in the apartment at that time.”

Irene had a fledgling idea. “Did Anna-Karin contact us?” she asked.

“No, but it’s only been eight hours since the fire broke out. I doubt it’ll even be in the paper this morning. In any case, as soon as she hears about it, she’ll contact us, I’m sure.”

Tommy said thoughtfully, “One of the nurses in the ICU told us that she was planning to be at her boyfriend’s place in Varberg.”

“Do you know his name?”

“No, and when we asked, she said she only knew he worked in a school.”

The furrows in the superintendent’s brow were so deep he was beginning to look like an English bulldog. After a moment his face relaxed and he recovered his voice. “This is what we’ll do. Call the radio stations and have them send a bulletin out instructing her to contact the police immediately.”

“You can only do that in a case of life-and-death danger,” Jonny pointed out.

The superintendent bellowed, “This is a case of life-and-death danger! Anna-Karin is the killer’s next victim.”

TWO HOURS LATER a frightened Anna-Karin called Superintendent Andersson’s direct line. He told her that something serious had happened, but not what it was. He said that she had to come to the station immediately. He was sending a squad car to pick her up and bring her to the Göteborg Central Police Station.

Irene and Tommy found the wait tedious. Irene kept mulling over her thoughts.

Some people are monogamous. And now another fire had broken out.

ANNA-KARIN WAS WHITE as death and obviously terrified. As she walked between two uniformed patrol officers, she looked as if she were heading to her own execution. Irene felt sorry for her, but she also felt that this was a self-inflicted wound. She should have spoken up right from the start.

Irene ushered Anna-Karin into their office and thanked her Varberg colleagues for their help in bringing her in. Tommy started to exchange pleasantries with the young woman.

“I’ll go get three cups of coffee,” Irene chirped as she headed down the hallway. She wanted Anna-Karin to relax with Tommy before she would hit her full force.

Anna-Karin was sobbing when Irene came back. Tommy was sitting next to her and petting her hand comfortingly as he murmured consoling words. He was great at this. He glanced up at Irene with a look that said, Let’s give her a few more minutes.

“I’ve just told her about the fire in her apartment and that it was arson,” Tommy said.

Irene nodded and set the coffee mugs on the table. She calmly sipped from hers while she waited for Anna-Karin to stop crying. Just about the time Irene wondered if she’d ever stop, Anna-Karin began to pull herself together. She blew her nose into a paper tissue that Tommy pulled out of nowhere for her. Her voice shook as she asked, “Who would have done this? Why would anyone.…”

Quietly, Irene replied, “We can’t say who it is, but we know that only you can answer why.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you. You shared a secret with Linda. Poor Gunnela Hägg saw something that she shouldn’t have seen. Now both Linda and Gunnela are dead.”

Irene paused dramatically to let her words sink in before she continued. “A few evenings ago, Siv Persson received a visit from someone who knocked on her door and peered through her mail slot. Siv was home, and the killer could see her feet next to the door. Otherwise a fire might have broken out there as well. Who knows?”

“Why … why Siv?”

“She saw the murderer dressed as a ghost on the night of the murder. The only other witness was Gunnela Hägg, and now she’s dead.”

“How is Siv?”

“We’ve sent her away to a safe place. Now the killer has turned to you. Why?”

Although she cleared her throat a few times, Anna-Karin’s voice wavered. “I … I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do. You know. Or you suspect. Your loyalty to Linda is admirable but misguided. Remember, she’s dead and you’re next in line.”

Anna-Karin began to shake. “That’s … impossible. There can’t be a connection.”

With great care Tommy edged his way into the conversation. “Let us make that decision. Maybe what you know is just a tiny piece of the whole puzzle. But it might be the most important one, so much so that the killer is willing to murder you because of it.” He placed his hand lightly over hers again. “You’re protecting someone. Not Linda. Someone who is still alive. I have an idea who it might be, but you need to tell us his name.”

Anna-Karin pulled her hand back and stared at Tommy wildly. He returned her look with calm, sympathetic brown eyes.

She opened and closed her mouth a few times, as if she were trying to catch her breath, her lips pale in her white face. Irene was afraid that she was going to pass out. Instead she exhaled slowly, and tears began to slide down her face again. Her voice sounded half suffocated, but she managed to say, “Sverker. Sverker Löwander.” She received a fresh tissue and blew her nose again. It seemed that just pronouncing the doctor’s name out loud broke a dam. “Sverker and Linda were … together. They were very much in love. Linda told me that they were going to get married as soon as his divorce from Carina was final.”

Irene had had her suspicions but was surprised to have them confirmed. Sverker and Linda! He was twice her age! She gathered her scattered thoughts and remembered the effect he had even on herself. He had “it,” as people used to say. The twins would say that he was “hot.” Some have it, some don’t. And some are monogamous by nature and some are not. Sverker Löwander had proved that he certainly wasn’t monogamous when he left Barbro for Carina. This time he was having an affair with an even younger woman. Why hadn’t he admitted to it?

“Do you know how long this has been going on?” she asked.

Anna-Karin nodded and swallowed. “Since the Christmas dinner. They were together after that.”

“You know this for sure?”

“Yes. Linda told me how it happened. I promised never to tell anyone, but … I don’t know.… It must be what you’re talking about.… This must be the secret. Though I really don’t understand why. Sverker loved Linda. He never would have hurt her. He’s a gentle man.” Anna-Karin fell silent and wiped her nose on a dry corner of the tissue.

“What else did Linda tell you? Did she say how it came about?”

“As I said, it was after the Christmas dinner for the employees. We always have a dinner before we close the hospital for Christmas vacation. We went to a restaurant. I guess they used to have the dinner at the hospital, but I wasn’t there back then. Anyway, we had a Christmas smorgasbord, and there was dancing later. The older nurses went home early, but we younger ones stayed. Sverker Löwander stayed, too, and danced with all of us. He knows a bunch of different dances.”

He’s certainly old enough to have lived through all those dance styles when they were brand-new, Irene thought.

Anna-Karin paused for a moment to think. “We were all really loaded, too. We’d been drinking mulled wine, beer, and schnapps. Linda told me later that lightning seemed to strike them when they were out on the dance floor together. They probably slipped away in a taxi when we weren’t looking.”

“Where?”

“The hospital. They couldn’t go to his place or hers. Pontus was still living with her, and Sverker had Carina. So they went to the on-call apartment.”

Irene had the unpleasant thought that history certainly had a tendency to repeat itself. “Did they meet there often after that?”

Anna-Karin nodded. “Yes, that’s the only place they could be together. On the weekends, when the hospital was empty. Then Linda broke up with Pontus. They probably could have gone to her place after that, but the neighbors.…”

“Linda told you that they were planning to get married?”

“Yes.”

“When did she tell you that?”

Anna-Karin swallowed a few times before she replied in a whisper, “The weekend before she … died. She’d come to my place because I was alone. My guy was at work. We shared a bottle of wine. That’s when she told me everything. Nobody else knew anything about it. But I guess she felt she had to confide in someone.”

“Please excuse this personal question, but what is your boyfriend’s name and why was he working on the weekend? We’ve heard he worked at a school, and they don’t work on weekends, do they?”

A tiny smile appeared on Anna-Karin’s otherwise troubled face.

“His name is Ola Pettersson, and he is the principal of Varberg’s high school. He was one of the chaperones for a school dance Saturday evening, so we weren’t together that weekend.”

Irene returned to her main line of questioning. “So in that short space of time, Sverker had already proposed?”

“Yes, that’s what she said.”

“Did she say anything else? Did she feel threatened by anyone?”

“No, not at all. She was out of her mind with happiness.”

Irene thought over what she’d just heard. Now she understood why Linda was at Löwander Hospital in the middle of the night. She asked carefully, “Do you believe that Linda was meeting Sverker the night she and Marianne were killed?”

Anna-Karin nodded and said with a shaking voice, “Yes, and I just can’t figure it out. I’ve been beating my brains out over this. I was the only person who knew that they were together and meeting at the hospital. Why were Marianne and Linda killed? It can’t have been Sverker. I know that. He loved Linda.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because of what Linda said. And you police, too, must see that he’s sick with sorrow! I can tell you he’s aged ten years in just the few weeks since Linda disappeared—and was found.”

Anna-Karin had turned her tissue into a hard ball by this point, and she started nervously plucking tufts from it. Irene sighed and reached for the wastebasket under her desk. She held it toward Anna-Karin as she said in a friendly manner, “You can throw it here.”

For the first time that day, the nurse’s pale face flushed again to the well-known bright red. It looked much healthier. Irene continued, “Have you thought of where you’re going to live now that your apartment is gone?”

Anna-Karin started. “I haven’t thought about that yet. I guess I’ll have to stay with Mama for a while. She lives in Kungälv. I can take the bus to work from there.”

“Good. We will need your telephone number and address there. However, do not go back to work until these murders have been cleared up. And under no circumstances are you to give your new address and phone number to anyone at Löwander Hospital. It’s much too dangerous. Lie low for a while in Kungälv.”

“Can I leave Kungälv to visit Ola in Varberg?” Anna-Karin asked meekly.

“Just keep in contact with him by phone for a few days. We have the feeling that we’re going to solve this case and put the killer behind bars fairly soon.”

Irene’s voice sounded more certain than she felt, but Anna-Karin seemed to gather courage from her words.

Anna-Karin was given the opportunity to call her mother and make arrangements. As she told her mother about the fire, the flood of tears returned, and the officers could hear that her mother was crying just as hard. Once she hung up, she seemed in a much better mood. Tommy arranged a police escort to Kungälv.

As soon as Anna-Karin left the room, Irene reached for the phone and called Löwander Hospital.

“YES, LINDA AND I have—had a relationship.”

If Sverker Löwander had seemed hassled and worn out before, he was a total mess now. His eyes were sunken into their sockets. His hair was unwashed, and it appeared he’d lost twenty pounds during the past two weeks. His hands shook noticeably. He looks like he isn’t eating or sleeping much at all, Irene thought.

“How long did your relationship go on?” Tommy asked.

“Right before Christmas. That’s when we.…”

Sverker’s voice trailed off and he stared dully at Tommy and Irene’s messy bookshelf. Irene had placed herself on a chair by the door. Without discussing it beforehand, they had agreed that Tommy would lead the interrogation.

“Where did you usually meet?”

“The on-call apartment.”

“Can you tell me what happened the night she disappeared?”

Löwander kept staring at the bookshelf, but he began to talk hesitantly. “We didn’t see each other during the weekend.”

He fell silent again. Patiently, Tommy asked, “Why not?”

“My daughter Emma left to go on a skiing vacation with friends. Carina and I were invited to an important party on Saturday. On Sunday, Linda was busy. She was helping Pontus pack up the last of his things.”

“So you decided to meet at the hospital.”

“Yes.”

“Why did she come so late at night?”

Sverker held his head in his hands. “The ghost hour. No one on the night shift ventures out then. So there’s little risk we’d be seen. We’d have a whole hour.…”

“Did she arrive on time?”

With his face still hidden in his hands, Sverker mumbled, “No. She never came. I never saw her alive again.”

“Did you love her?” Tommy asked.

At first it seemed that Sverker didn’t hear the question, but after a few moments he took his hands from his face and nodded slowly. “Yes, I did. Very much.”

“So much that you were already discussing marriage?”

The doctor startled at this. For the first time, he looked directly at Tommy. “Discussing marriage? Who told you that?”

“So you weren’t?”

Sverker seemed troubled and kept running his trembling hands through his dirty hair. Finally he replied, “Well … I did tell Linda that my marriage to Carina was in bad shape and that I was considering asking her for a divorce.”

“Did you?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I didn’t have time before … it … happened.”

“But Linda seemed to be very clear that you promised to marry her.”

“She did? Well, we probably would have … eventually.”

“Let’s go back to the night of the murder. Tell us what happened while you were waiting for Linda.”

“I was up in the apartment at eleven-thirty. I got undressed and got into bed. I tried to read for a while. Midnight came, and then it was a few minutes past.”

“Were you worried?”

“Not really. I thought she might have been held up and was running late. The minutes kept ticking away, and she didn’t come.” He looked at his shaking hands and took a deep breath. “At exactly twelve-fifteen, the power went out. I had just looked at the clock. At first I was irritated, but then I heard the respirator alarm go off. I leaped out of bed, threw on some clothes, and you know the rest. During everything that happened, I kept wondering where Linda was. It was as if I had a premonition.”

“Nurse Siv said that you took her flashlight and went to the operating rooms through the ICU’s back door. You saw no trace of Linda or Marianne?”

“No. Of course I was looking for both of them. I didn’t see anything. But I did feel as if I were being watched. Down in the entrance foyer … while I was waiting for the police. I know it sounds crazy, but I had the strong feeling of being observed. And I’m not superstitious.”

“You don’t believe it was the hospital ghost?”

“No. Every decent hospital that’s been around for a while has a ghost, and ours is called Tekla. If that old nurse hadn’t hanged herself in the attic, there would have been another ghost story about someone else.”

“So if it wasn’t a ghost watching, it must have been a human being.”

“Yes.”

“But you have no idea who it might have been?”

For a moment Irene felt that Sverker was hesitating; the expression in his eyes was difficult to interpret. He looked down before he answered, “No.”

“Then … let’s move on to something else that happened here. What were you doing last night at twelve?”

“Last night? I slept. I actually slept for the first time since … it happened. Six hours in a row. I think I fell asleep at eleven-thirty. Probably had something to do with the wine.”

“Wine?”

“Carina had opened a bottle the night before last, and there was half a bottle left. She was making beef stew for dinner and put the bottle on the table. Red wine went with the food, so I had two glasses. It was just enough to knock me out.”

“Were Carina and Emma at home?”

“Emma was already asleep when I went to bed. Carina finishes work late on Tuesdays. She teaches aerobics all evening and usually isn’t home until eleven-thirty at the earliest.”

“Did you hear her when she came home?”

“Yes, she arrived around the usual time, and I heard her come in before I drifted off. Why are you asking?”

“But you didn’t see or speak with each other after that?”

“No, I was asleep by the time she came upstairs.”

Tommy told the doctor about the arson at Anna-Karin Arvidsson’s apartment. He also said that Anna-Karin would not be returning to work until the threat to her life was eliminated. In other words, when the killer was caught.

As Tommy was telling the story, Irene saw how Sverker had quietly withdrawn into his head. He had fastened his gaze back onto their bookshelf, and it was doubtful that he’d heard what Tommy was saying.

“HE SUSPECTS SOMETHING—OR knows something,” Irene said.

“Why do you think so?” Tommy asked.

“When you were telling him about the arson at Anna-Karin’s, I had the feeling he only half heard your words. He was thinking about something else.”

“Yes, but he’s at the end of his rope. Maybe he couldn’t listen to any more bad news.”

“Maybe not.” Irene wasn’t convinced, but there wasn’t any evidence to back up her feeling. For now it would just have to wait. She changed the subject. “So this story comes back to fire again.”

“Fire? Are you thinking about the garden shed and Mama Bird?”

“Yes, and also the fire ten years ago when the doctor’s mansion burned down. So there are three fires. Let’s think about the fire at the mansion. Who was involved in that story?”

“Barbro, Carina, and Sverker.”

“And which of these three would have reason to set the other two?”

Tommy thought about it. “In principle, all three.”

“That’s right. Barbro lives alone and can come and go as she pleases now that her children are living in the United States.”

“But what would be her motive?”

“Revenge. Hate.”

“Maybe. As for Sverker and Carina, it would be much harder. They live together and know where each other should be.”

“Do they? I think they live fairly separate lives. As far as the garden shed goes, either one of them could have set that fire. They didn’t meet up until it was time to go to that party. Before then anyone could have arranged the candle and the rags. Neither of them has an alibi. Their daughter, Emma, was away on winter break. They didn’t have to worry about her. Sverker says he was at the hospital looking through construction bids. Notice that he was at the scene. Two hours after he leaves the building, the fire breaks out. Carina said she was exercising in her private gym and then went jogging. She came home a few minutes after Sverker. It’s strange, too, that they were able to pull themselves together for a party after everything that had been going on at the hospital.”

“Neither Linda nor Gunnela had been found yet when the garden shed burned.”

“Right. But Linda had gone missing.”

“Sverker had to keep a calm façade and not let Carina know how worried he was.”

“Exactly. And Carina hasn’t seemed all that affected by any of this. She is one cool lady.”

“Yes, goal-oriented. She’s decided to turn the hospital into a fitness center, and so it will be.”

Silence spread through the room until Irene finally asked, “So which of the three do you think is behind it?”

“Not Barbro. She has nothing to gain by killing Linda, Marianne, or Gunnela. If she were guilty, she would have aimed at hurting Carina directly. Or killed her.”

“My thoughts exactly. Barbro as a suspect is too far-fetched. It’s been too long since they divorced.”

“Either Sverker or Carina, then.”

“Yes, but I can’t see a motive for either of them.”

“What are we missing? Which questions haven’t been answered?”

Irene thought. “Why did Marianne have Linda’s day planner in her pocket? And where is Marianne’s flashlight?”

“Yep. We know that the killer needed the flashlight to light the way up the stairs to the attic. Also for hanging Linda up. Probably the killer used it to walk through the operating rooms, since there are no windows there. Going down the stairs would be easier. The street lamps and the moon would have lit the way. According to Siv Persson, it was almost as light as day.”

“So where did the murderer put the flashlight?”

“Where do people put flashlights?”

Tommy stared at Irene. “Where? Well, I have one in the garage. And one in the closet, though that one’s broken. And one in the car.”

Irene nodded. The gears in her head began to turn. “I also have one in the car. As well as a towrope and a jack. But I don’t keep a toolbox in my car. Do you?”

“Not in my car, no. I keep mine in the garage. I have a set of wrenches instead and a jack. I don’t have a towrope.”

“So you don’t have a toolbox with a hammer and a screwdriver and the like either?”

“No. What’s this toolbox idea?”

“Carina Löwander said they keep a toolbox in their car. She said she’d taken the screwdriver from the toolbox in order to break open the suitcases in the attic. I would like to take a good look at that toolbox.”

“Why?”

“Because if there isn’t one, Carina got a screwdriver from somewhere else, and I’m going to put my money on the security guard’s room. And as you well know, someone also took a large pair of wire cutters and a few yards of flag rope.”

BY PHONE IRENE was able to reach Sverker Löwander at home around six that evening.

“Why do you need to look at our garage and our cars?” Sverker asked her suspiciously.

Irene always had difficulty skirting around the truth, so she explained calmly, “We’re looking for an instrument that matches some break marks we found. Perhaps a dull knife or a screwdriver. We have not found anything that fits at the hospital or in the security guard’s room. So now we are going to go through all the homes of everyone involved. Even those of the victims.” Irene added the last sentence to make it appear more like a routine search.

“Where did you find these break marks?”

“I can’t tell you. It’s part of the investigation.”

This usually stopped further questions, and it worked on Sverker Löwander.

“I’m driving Emma to her riding lesson. We’re already late. I’m staying there until she’s done at eight-thirty. We’re seldom home before nine.”

“Is Carina at home?”

“No, she won’t be home until eleven-thirty.”

This family certainly kept late hours, and the cars wouldn’t be in the garage. Irene thought quickly. “Could you just leave your car in the garage tomorrow morning?”

Silence on the other end of the line. Finally, “Sure. Anything to get this over with. But we don’t keep a lot of tools in our cars, so I imagine your search won’t take long. There are not many tools in the garage either. I’m not fond of home improvement or woodworking or that kind of thing.”

“It’s good we can do this as efficiently as possible. It’s just routine. Everyone must be checked systematically, and we can’t leave anything to chance, as you probably know,” Irene chirped. She was surprised that he swallowed her weak story but relieved he didn’t question their right to search his cars and his garage. It would have been much more difficult if he’d asked for a search warrant and demanded to know what his legal rights were. Irene knew that her suspicions weren’t enough to authorize a search warrant, and in any event it just would take too long.