“Really?” Now he detected a hint of excitement in her voice. “What have they found?”
“I don’t know yet.”
“I should add that they’re not quite done here yet. Now they’ve brought in the heavy guns, and by that I mean heavy. Heavy metals. White lead. Its powers of adhesion on greasy surfaces, for example, are truly awesome.”
Winter sat a bit away from the table and listened while Cohen handled the questioning. Bremer seemed to be in another world-his own, which perhaps he created a long time ago.
GC: Yesterday you told us you worked with others when you carried out those burglaries.
GB: Was that yesterday?
GC: It was yesterday. You confirmed that you were a member of an organization.
GB: Not a member. I’ve never been a member of anything.
GC: That’s what you said yesterday.
GB: Then I used the wrong word. I didn’t mean member.
GC: Are you in the habit of driving around town in your car?
GB: What kind of a question is that?
GC: Are you in the habit of driving around town in your car for no reason?
GB: I still don’t understand.
GC: Some people just go driving around in their cars. As a form of relaxation. I’ve done that myself.
GB: I may have done that on occasion.
GC: Are there any particular places you drive to?
GB: No.
GC: You can’t name any places?
GB: I don’t know what the point of this is. A few times I guess I may have driven out to the shore. Looked at the sea. I don’t know, when you live in a forest maybe you want to see the sea sometimes.”
Winter saw how Bremer gazed at the wall to his right, as if there were a window there through which he could see the sea. His face was stiff and featureless.
GC: Do you remember that we said people had seen you driving in your car with passengers?
GB: Yes.
GC: Do you admit that you’ve had passengers in your car?
GB: Who are these people? It’s not true.
Winter knew Cohen would start to turn up the heat now; that is, if it was possible to do that in the world where Bremer currently found himself.
GC: Why don’t you admit it?
GB: What?
GC: Why don’t you admit that you drove Helene Andersén and her daughter, Jennie, in your car?
GB: I didn’t.
GC: It’s not a crime to give someone a ride.
GB: I know.
GC: Then say it.
GB: What am I supposed to say?
GC: That those two individuals rode in your car. That they were at your house.
GB: They weren’t at my house. I’m the only one at my house.
Winter tried to study Bremer’s bowed face. There was something in his eyes that he’d also seen in his sister’s. A dull sheen, but something else besides. A sadness or knowledge-or was it simply fear?
The home helper waited in the hall for the conversation to begin. There was no door, and Winter couldn’t exactly lock the woman in the kitchen if there were one.
Greta Bremer looked even more frail this afternoon, the day gone and her face lit by a dim floor lamp. “What is it you want, now that you’ve forced your way in here?”
“Just to ask you a couple of questions. About your brother.”
“He always gets by,” she said. “You know all about his past, I assume?”
“Excuse me?”
“You’ve checked in your files, haven’t you?”
She looked at him or at the home helper that Winter knew was listening in the gloom of the hallway.
“We’re searching,” Winter said. He waited as the streetcar rattled past outside. “Do you know if Georg ever used to travel to Denmark?”
“Denmark? What would he travel to Denmark for?”
“I’m talking about way back. Twenty-five, thirty years ago.”
“I don’t know what he was doing back then. Break-ins, that’s what he was doing. And other things.”
“What do you mean by other things?”
“I don’t know. Maybe you know.”
“I’m asking you, Miss Bremer.”
“He broke into people’s houses.”
“In Denmark?”
“You know better than I do.”
“How do you mean?”
“You’re a policeman, aren’t you? You know.”
The courts couldn’t find sufficient grounds to bring charges against Bremer. “A free man. Fucking courts,” Halders had said during the investigation briefing that afternoon. “They ought to go out there and see for themselves-then they’d understand.” His eyes were bigger than Winter had ever seen them before.
“It was the judge himself who made the decision,” Ringmar said. Winter said nothing.
He seems to be in his own world, thought Aneta Djanali.
Another day passed and Winter called Spain, ready for his father to answer. He didn’t. It was his mother’s voice.
“How are things now?”
“Much better, Erik. It’s nice of you to call. We’re back home, as you already know.”
“Was it an inflammation?”
“Mostly overexertion, like I thought. Your father’s not a young man anymore.”
“I’m glad it’s better.”
“You sound a little tired, Erik.”
“I am a little tired. Not very.”
“When all this is over, you must come down here and rest up a little. Your father would be so happy.”
Winter mumbled an answer and said good-bye. He put down the receiver and stood up. It was definitely November outside. The cars’ headlights swept light across the field. Soon Christmas would be here. Angela had night duty. And I may not have Angela anymore, he thought. Should I start preparing myself properly for that?
He walked up to Beier’s laboratories and found Bengt Sundlöf hunched over a microscope. The fingerprint expert was so focused on his patterns of loops, arches, and whorls that he didn’t hear Winter enter. It was only when Sundlöf looked up to peer into another microscope that he saw that he had company.
“How’s it going?”
“Well, there are similarities, but I can’t say as yet if we can make it up to twelve points. Or even ten.”
“How many do you have now?”
“I’d rather not answer that yet. But I’ve got a special feeling, sitting here working with this one.”
“How do you mean?”
“Well, the fact that it’s even possible. I have to admit that I never thought it would be.”
“Is it really from a child?”
“Looks like it. I have the two different sets here and I’m comparing them to the woman’s prints-and those of her as a girl.”
Winter turned around.
“Makes you think, doesn’t it?” Sundlöf said.
Winter gave a jolt in bed. The phone was ringing. His reading lamp was on and he was still holding the file in his hand. The alarm clock said it was three in the morning. The phone rang and rang.
“Yes, hello?”