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.Bertil was sixty-six.‘I think you should wear that one,’ he said.‘Do you think so? Yes, perhaps.It looks lovely.’‘So do you.’Bertil gave Linn a light kiss on her cheek.He would have given her more than that.She was extremely attractive considering she had passed fifty, and he loved her to distraction, but his bladder steered him past her body and out of the room.He could feel that he was nervous.This was a big day for him, in many ways, and even bigger for MWM.His company.Following the news about the award, the last few days had seen a growing amount of criticism of their prospecting activities in the Congo.They were picked on from all sides, there were negative articles in the papers and demonstrations too.About questionable methods and exploitation and infringement of international law and all the other things they could think of.On the other hand, people had picked on Bertil as long as he could remember.They always picked on you if you were Swedish and were doing well abroad.And MWM was doing very well.The little company that he had started with a colleague had grown into a multinational conglomerate of companies large and small, spread throughout the world.Now MWM was a big player.He was a big player.With a bladder that was a bit too small.* * *She had woken in the cabin, long after the check-out time.Axel wasn’t bothered.Olivia had blamed her high temperature, the soaked clothes, her ‘tumble’ as he had called it.Axel still wasn’t bothered.When she started to explain that she normally woke up very early, he had asked her if she wanted to stay another night.And she did.On one level, his level.But on another level she knew that she must return home.That was on the cat level.Quite a lot of persuasion had been required to get her neighbour to look after Elvis.Her neighbour was a nerd who worked down at Pet Sounds, and he had finally agreed.Two nights.Three nights? No way.‘Afraid I can’t, I would have like to have stayed,’ she said.‘Did you like the island?’‘I like the island a lot.The weather’s a bit nasty, but I’d like to come back.’‘That would be nice.’That’s how real lobster boys express themselves, she thought, walking up Badhusgatan in Strömstad and noticing how something in her throat seemed to be swelling.She was on her way to visit a former policeman.Gunnar Wernemyr.The man who – according to Betty Nordeman – had interrogated the silly Jackie from Stockholm.Olivia had found Wernemyr in the Eniro address registry online, and had phoned him before getting on the ferry from Nordkoster.He had been very friendly.He had nothing against meeting a young police student, pensioner that he was.And besides, in less than three seconds he had realised which Jackie from Stockholm Olivia was interested in.It was in connection with the Hasslevikarna murder.‘She was called Jackie Berglund.I remember her very well.’Just before she turned down on Västra Klevgatan, her mobile rang.It was Åke Gustafsson, her tutor.He was curious.‘How’s it going?’‘With the beach case?’‘Yes.Did you get hold of Stilton?’Stilton? He hadn’t been on the agenda at all the last twenty-four hours.‘No.But I spoke to Verner Brost, at the Cold Case Division, he said that Stilton had left the force for personal reasons.Do you know anything about that?’‘No.Or rather yes.’‘No, or rather yes?’‘He left for personal reasons.’‘OK.No, otherwise I haven’t found much.’She thought she could save her Koster experiences for a more considered summary at some later date.If there ever was to be one.The Wernemyrs lived in a beautiful old building, on the first floor, with a view of the harbour that estate agents love.Gunnar’s wife, Märit, had made some coffee and given Olivia a spoonful of brown liquid to ease her throat.Now they sat in the couple’s green-painted kitchen, which probably hadn’t been renovated since the early 1960s.On the windowsill, small china dogs vied for space with photos of grandchildren and pink Mårbacka geraniums.Olivia was always interested in photos.She pointed at one of them.‘Are they your grandchildren?’‘Yes.Ida and Emil.They’re our pride and joy,’ said Märit.‘They’re coming to visit next week and they’ll be staying over the midsummer holiday.It will be such fun to look after them again.’‘Now, then, don’t exaggerate,’ Gunnar smiled.‘You usually think it’s rather nice when they go home again too.’‘Yes, it is rather a lot at once.How does your throat feel?’Märit gave Olivia a sympathetic look.‘A bit better, thanks.’Olivia sipped some coffee from the dainty china cup with red roses on it.Her grandmother had the same service.And they chatted about today’s police training, all three of them.Märit had worked in the police archives in Strömstad.‘Now they’ve centralised it all,’ she said.‘Everything has been put into the central archives down in Göteborg.’‘I suppose that’s where the case records are now,’ said Gunnar.‘Yes,’ said Olivia.She hoped he wouldn’t be too secretive when it came to opening his heart a little about the investigation.It had, after all, happened many years ago.‘So what did you want to know about Jackie Berglund?’Not so secretive, Olivia thought, and said:‘How many times did you interrogate her?’‘Twice, here at the station
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