Karin Fossum - Bad Intentions

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Early one September, three friends spend the weekend at a remote cabin by Dead Water Lake. With only a pale moon to light their way, they row across the water in the middle of the night. But only two of them return, and they make a pact not to call for help until the following morning. Inspector Sejer leads the investigation when the body is discovered. He is troubled by the apparent suicide and has an overwhelming sense that the surviving pair has something to hide. Weeks pass without further clues, and then in a nearby lake the body of a teenage boy floats to the surface.

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Reilly grunted a reply. He went back inside the flat, a tiny studio on the fourth floor. His bed was unmade.

‘I need to feed the kitten first,’ he said.

Axel followed. He slammed the door shut.

‘Forget about the kitten,’ he said. ‘Have you gone mad? We need to leave now. The situation is getting a bit tense,’ he added. ‘The police are all over this with a diligence I’ve never seen before. You would think it was our fault Jon ended up in the lake.’

‘Perhaps it was,’ Reilly said.

He went over to the kitchen counter. He filled the kitten’s bowl with fresh water and opened a tin of cat food. He mashed the food, which consisted of chunks of meat in gravy, with a fork until it turned into a smooth grey and brown mush. He carried out these simple tasks with great care and he did not permit Axel to interrupt him.

‘Now don’t pee on the carpet,’ he told the kitten. ‘Do your business in the litter tray.’

‘Snap out of it,’ Axel said. ‘We need to go.’

Reilly leaned against the kitchen counter. His long hair was unwashed and hung in thin strands over his shoulders.

‘I don’t know what to say,’ he said. ‘You go on your own. With your big mouth you can do the talking for both of us.’

Axel grunted irritably.

‘I can’t take care of everything,’ he said. ‘I’m exhausted. Now get a grip.’

Reilly put on his long coat. He threw a last, worried glance at the kitten and followed Axel. The old stairs creaked as they walked down to the ground floor. Shortly afterwards they were driving through the town in Axel’s Mercedes, scarab green with gorgeous white leather seats. As always it was newly washed and polished. Reilly watched the world through its windows and the people they passed. We’re not like them, he thought, we lack decency. We lack a normal sense of justice.

He pondered these things for a while.

‘What do you think it is about us?’ he asked.

‘What do you mean?’ Axel said.

‘I mean, that we did what we did. Does it mean that we’re not quite right?’

‘What are you on about now?’ Axel asked.

‘Well, you know, there’s something called emotional intelligence,’ Reilly elaborated. ‘Empathy. Understanding. Conscience. Remorse. The ability to comprehend the consequences of your actions. Some people have low emotional intelligence.’

This caused Axel to brake so abruptly that the tyres screeched. He pulled over and stopped the car.

‘Are you saying that there is something wrong with me?’ he said. ‘That I don’t have feelings like other people? Are you saying that I’m not grieving? That I have low emotional intelligence just because Jon threw himself into the lake?’

Reilly retreated slightly. ‘To be honest, I’m not really sure,’ he said.

‘There is nothing wrong with my emotional intelligence,’ Axel snapped. ‘Jesus, what an idea! You’ve got to quit that reading of yours, it’s doing your head in.’

‘But most people would not have acted the way we did,’ he wailed.

Axel checked his mirror and pulled out into the road again.

‘Most people don’t end up in that kind of situation,’ he said, ‘and I won’t listen to any more talk like that.’

‘But I’ve got such a bad conscience.’

‘I don’t understand this fuss about conscience,’ Axel said. ‘It’s not like you can take a clear conscience with you to your grave.’

Reilly felt like saying something about conscience. It stays behind after we die, he thought, like light or like shadow. And those who come after us grow up in that shadow. The sins of the fathers, he mused. But Axel would not understand these things. Axel would ask if he was thinking of getting married or having kids since he was going on about future generations. No one will want a scruffy old hippie like you, he would say. And he might be right.

‘Our society is based on important values,’ Reilly said out loud. He held up three fingers. ‘The rule of law, truth and justice. But we’ve made our own rules.’

‘There isn’t one set of rules which apply universally,’ Axel declared. ‘You understand that, don’t you? Such notions depend on culture. And history. And religion. And, not least, circumstances. By the way, why are you reading the Koran?’

‘It’s Nader from work,’ Reilly said. ‘Nader talks about the Koran the whole time. The most beautiful message about peace in the world.’

‘If you’re feeling that much guilt,’ Axel said, ‘then throw away the Koran and become a Catholic.’

Ingerid Moreno came to the door immediately to greet them. She no longer looked like the Ingerid they knew. Despair controlled her body like pain in every joint, and she moved around like an old woman. Axel got a cautious hug, but she was more reserved towards Reilly. As per usual Axel was sincere in his compassion. Why is that man not on the stage? Reilly thought, he’s a born actor. But perhaps life itself was his stage and everyone he met his devoted audience. Ingerid invited them in. Reilly watched her large, heavy breasts undulate beneath her blouse. Jon used to lie at those breasts, Reilly thought, it must have been a good place to be. Jon did not take after his mother, he thought next. Jon was thin and slight, while Ingerid was plump and broad-shouldered. But the Italian Moreno, who was Jon’s father, had been slight, too, he recalled. A small, slender guy who had left them when Jon was a little boy.

‘I know he found things difficult,’ Ingerid said. ‘Young people often do. But he was getting help.’

She looked at them across the table.

‘What do you think?’ she asked. ‘Tell me what you think. You were with him that last evening.’

Reilly was unable to utter a single word, but Axel spoke freely, as he always did.

‘I suppose he was a bit gloomy,’ he said, ‘a little low. He did not say much, you know what he was like. He didn’t drink much either, Jon was quite restrained like that. He didn’t do much crazy stuff, you need to know that, Ingerid.’

He opened his arms helplessly.

‘Anxiety is impossible,’ he said. ‘An enemy you can’t see or hear.’

Ingerid Moreno started wringing her hands in her lap.

‘But when did it start?’ she asked. ‘Did you notice when he first started to feel anxious? Did he talk about it? Was it last winter?’

Axel and Reilly exchanged glances.

‘Did something happen? I’ve tried thinking back,’ she said, ‘but I can’t put my finger on anything. Could it have been to do with a girl? Girlfriend trouble can get very bad, I know all about that, I was married to an Italian.’

Axel smiled a kind smile.

‘Jon wasn’t involved with girls,’ he said. ‘Jon was very shy, you know that. If a girl even so much as looked at him, his ears would go bright red.’

‘Yes,’ Ingerid remembered. ‘His ears used to go very red.’

She gave them a look of resignation.

‘When the hospital told me he was going on this trip, I was very sceptical. But when they explained he was going with you two, I didn’t mind. Then I knew he would be in safe hands.’

Reilly felt a lump in his throat. He thought about their safe hands which had not managed to save Jon. His eyes sought the window; they lingered on a treetop where a crow made a branch sway, slowly, like a child on a swing.

‘Shy or not,’ Ingerid said, ‘he did have a friend at Ladegården. Her name is Molly and she was in the same ward. Jon doesn’t get close to people very easily so it made me happy. Because it’s so important to have friends, and of course, a girlfriend. I had hoped that Molly might become his girlfriend. That he would finally have had someone to confide in.’

Her lower lip started to quiver.

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