Fly like the ladybird, Mia, never forget that.
Her grandmother’s words on her deathbed. Mia no longer felt like she could fly. Karen was about her age, a little older, perhaps, but she looked in much better shape. Younger. Softer. Not a single wrinkle. She didn’t carry the weight of the world on her shoulders. She worked in a care home. A world away from that of a worn-out investigator with thin skin. Mia was done in now. She could feel it physically. She had tried hanging on for so long. To be Mia Moonbeam. All alone in the world. Her visit to the cemetery had brought it home to her. She could stop fighting now. She steeled herself again and smiled at the kind woman. Munch and Karen. She hoped it would work out for them. They would be good together. He really deserved that.
‘Here it is,’ Karen said with a smile, indicating the white Citro‘n parked in a corner. ‘And here’s the key.’ She smiled again.
Mia unlocked the car and looked inside. At first glance, there was nothing to suggest that she was looking at a serial killer’s car. Everything looked normal. A cup from McDonald’s. A newspaper. Mia walked around the car and unlocked the boot. Nothing except what you would expect to find. A warning triangle. A pair of boots. Dammit, what had she expected? That Stoltz would have left some of the girls’ belongings there? She was much too clever for that. Cynical. Callous. Years of planning. She wouldn’t have left behind evidence in her car. She had even visited Sigrid’s grave. The very thought enraged Mia. She felt her mobile vibrate in her pocket. The photograph from Ludvig. So at least parts of her brain were working. She was pleased that she had been right. A support group for childless women. It felt good to know that she had contributed something. She took out the mobile and opened Ludvig’s message. A photograph. The support group in Hønefoss: ‘Christmas Get-together 2005’. There were six women in total. Smiling in front of a Christmas tree. She recognized her straight away. Malin Stoltz. Not with different-coloured eyes. Two blue eyes. Lenses. Mia enlarged the picture slightly. Malin Stoltz. How strange. She looked so normal. An ordinary woman who longed for a child but could not have one. Smiling, with her arm around the woman standing next to her. The woman standing next to her. Mia enlarged the photograph to get a better look at her.
But what the hell?
She spun around, but she was too late. The woman in the photograph. The woman behind her. She felt the needle penetrate her neck, the back of her head hitting the metal of the open boot.
‘Count backwards from ten.’ Karen smiled once more. ‘That’s what they usually say. Count backwards from ten, then you’ll be asleep. Isn’t that funny? Ten – nine – eight…’
Mia Krüger was gone before she heard ‘six’.
VI
Chapter 76
Anette Goli did not like the mood in the incident room. Mikkelson had taken over the case; he wanted to be in charge, but he didn’t have enough insight into the case to inspire the team, to get things done. She was starting to feel frustrated. They needed to move on now, quickly, they didn’t have time to bring Mikkelson up to speed. And where on earth was Mia? She had only just spoken to her. And why had Munch turned off his mobile? Because he was on his way to meet the killer, possibly, but then why not leave his mobile phone on so that they could trace him? Because he didn’t want them to trace him? She debated this with herself and so missed what Kim had just said.
‘Do you have to do that now?’ Mikkelson said. ‘Don’t we have more important things to do?’
Kim sighed.
‘Yes, but it strikes me there might be a link.’
‘And what is the link?’ Mikkelson asked.
Anette Goli had to bite her tongue and remind herself that Mikkelson had yet to catch up with the rest of them.
‘Tobias Iversen is the boy who discovered Johanne’s body,’ Kim said. ‘And now he ‘s gone missing. I’ve just spoken to his teacher; no one has seen him for a week. And he left behind a note for his brother telling him he was going to visit some sect in a forest.’
‘It could be a coincidence,’ Mikkelson said.
Anette could no longer stay silent.
‘Or it might be important,’ she said loudly. ‘If we’re talking about a sect in the forest close to where Johanne was found, it’s definitely worth checking out. After all, there’s a church heavily mixed up in this. We don’t know how, but there is something suspect about them.’
Mikkelson looked at her, weighing up the situation.
‘OK,’ he said at length. ‘But don’t spend too much time on it, Kim. And keep your phone on in case we need you.’
‘OK.’ Kim nodded.
He saluted Mikkelson and left the room. He winked to Anette as he closed the door behind him. She smiled and winked back at him. She liked Kim Kolsø. In fact, she liked everyone in the team. Munch had his weaknesses, definitely, but he knew how to pick the right people. Never before had she worked with such a close-knit and motivated team. Not that they were very motivated right now. Mikkelson suited the managerial chair down at Grønland to a T, but he was not an natural investigator or a team leader. His social skills were poor. His antenna not sensitive enough. The normally inspired team looked like they would rather be anywhere but the incident room. No wonder. They had a million things to do, and the clock was ticking. No one had seen anything suspicious near the flat where Miriam and Marion had been staying. Marion was missing without a trace. Anette thought about Munch. Perhaps he was with Marion now. Alone and without back-up, in mortal danger, but at least he was with her. If that was where he was – surely he had to be? Anette couldn’t imagine anything else.
‘So where are we, as concerns Marion Munch?’ Mikkelson asked, just as Anette’s mobile rang.
Mikkelson looked daggers at her.
‘The duty officer at Grønland,’ Anette said. ‘I have to take it.’
She left the room.
‘Yes? Anette speaking.’
‘Hi, Hilde Myhr, listen, I have someone here who wants to talk to you.’
‘With me personally?’
‘No, just one of you. I have tried Munch and Mia, but there was no reply.’
No reply from Mia? Where could she be?
‘I’m really busy now. It had better be important.’
‘Oh, it’s important all right.’
‘Who is it?’
‘Malin Stoltz.
Anette nearly dropped her mobile.
‘What did you just say?’
‘I have Malin Stoltz here.’
Anette was so flustered that she completely forgot to say anything. She hung up and ran back into the incident room.
‘We have Stoltz,’ she called out.
‘What?’ Mikkelson said. ‘But how?’
‘She’s down at Grønland. Curry, you’re coming with me.’
‘Sure,’ Curry said, grabbing his jacket.
Chapter 77
Holger Munch sat up in bed. He had a pounding headache and his mouth felt parched. Dazed, he looked around. The room was clinical. Institutional. The care home. He was still at Høvikveien Care Home.
What the hell?
He quickly got up, but had to sit down again. He felt that the room was spinning. The window. It was dark outside. Evening. He had slept the whole day. In a bed at Høvikveien Care Home, fully dressed. He rummaged around in his pockets, but he couldn’t find his mobile anywhere. What on earth was going on? Where was Karen? Wasn’t she supposed to wake him? He attempted to stand up once more, and this time he managed it. He stumbled to the door and tried opening it, but it wouldn’t budge. It was locked from the outside. He fumbled for the lock on the inside, but there was nothing there. Someone had locked him in. This was insane. Holger Munch could feel his panic rising when he realized what had happened.
Bollocks.