Postcard killers

Chapter 69

Dessie phoned Forsberg at the paper once Sylvia Rudolph had been taken back to her cel.

"How's it going?" the news editor asked. "Have they confessed yet?"

"You know I can't answer that. I'm not here as a reporter," Dessie said.

"What's the reaction at the paper?"

"We've got extra pages in al of tomorrow's editions. This is huge.

Everyone's total y focused. We've got newspapers around the world contacting us. There's even a guy from the New York Times sitting at your desk. I hope you don't mind him borrowing it…"

"I meant the reaction to my letter and the two murders. I can see I'm getting a whole load of crap on the Net."

"Oh, that. Wel, no one's bothered about that."

"Come on," Dessie said. "What are people real y saying?"

Forsberg hesitated.

"Alexander Andersson is upset and going around talking a load of rubbish. He's saying that you're 'unethical' and 'desperate for headlines' and quite a lot of other stuff, but that's nothing to worry about. He's just jealous of the attention you're getting."

Dessie closed her eyes.

She knew it would turn out like this. She told them it would.

"Are they saying anything in the proper media?"

Forsberg sighed.

"Forget about al this, Dessie. The kil ers have been caught. Everyone's happy. Go have a beer or something."

He hung up.

The kil ers have been caught. Everyone's happy.

Dessie desperately wished it were that simple.