Helene Tursten - The Torso
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- Название:The Torso
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- Год:2007
- ISBN:1-56947-425-7
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The Little Mermaid is dead .
That’s all it said. The card had been postmarked in Copenhagen two days earlier. Irene quickly dropped the card onto the table. Normal mail handling had probably resulted in a lot of fingerprints on the card but there could still be something useful left.
What did it mean? Was it a warning or a threat? Who had sent it? The answer had to be Isabell’s killer. No one else would send that message.
But why? Several police officers were working on the case, both here and in Copenhagen. Why had the murderer chosen her?
She got an envelope and carefully placed the card inside.
A thought struck her. The message was in English. Maybe it was from Tom Tanaka, who was trying to contact her. The idea seemed rather far-fetched but she decided to pursue it anyway. Yet when she took a closer look at the handwriting, it didn’t have any resemblance to Tom’s elegant script in the message she had received at the Hotel Alex. The style on the postcard was heavy block letters. Still, she would leave the card with the technicians at the police station, together with the earlier message from Tom. She had saved it.
She took out her cell phone and found Tom’s number. He answered almost immediately.
“Hi, Tom. This is Irene Huss.”
“Hi. I suppose you are calling because of Isabell.”
“Yes. But first I need to ask you a question. Did you send me a postcard?”
“Absolutely not. I never send postcards.”
“That’s what I thought, but I had to check. I’ve received a postcard from Copenhagen with-”
She had to stop herself for a moment and think about the word for mermaid in English, but in that moment she remembered that it was written on the postcard.
“A photo of the Little Mermaid. On the back it says, ‘The Little Mermaid is dead.’ Nothing more. I don’t know how I should interpret the card.”
Tom was quiet for a long time. She could hear his heavy breathing. Finally, he said, “It’s a warning. The murderer knows exactly where you are. The murder of Isabell Lind is also a warning to you. I told you that when she disappeared.”
“Do the police know that you called your contact at the Hotel Aurora and asked about Isabell?”
“No. He came here when her body was found and was completely hysterical. I managed to calm him down. We were lucky because a girl had called the hotel and asked about Isabell just after my call. The police only know that one of the girls at the escort service called because Isabell didn’t come back after her job at the hotel. That’s why the police think my contact’s questioning the hotel staff resulted from the call by the girl at Scandinavian Models.”
“I think it’s important that the police in Copenhagen not know about you and Marcus. I haven’t revealed your identity to my Swedish colleagues.”
“Good.”
“No one seems to have realized how. . close you were, you and Mar cus.”
“No. We were very discreet. For different reasons. Marcus didn’t want the policeman he was living with to know about our relationship.”
“And you haven’t told anyone about the two of you?”
“No. Just you.”
“I’m coming down to Copenhagen on Monday night and have booked a room at Hotel Alex again. Unfortunately, I’m going to have a colleague with me. A male colleague. It means that I can’t move around as freely.”
“I understand. We’ll be in touch.”
“Yes. Good-bye.”
“Be careful. Good-bye.”
Irene had a vague feeling of concern after the phone call. Was Tom in danger too? She couldn’t rule out the possibility.
POLICE TECHNICIAN Svante Malm took both the cards and promised to do a graphological comparison and look for fingerprints as soon as possible.
Hannu was sitting in his office waiting for her. Irene told him about the postcard. He reflected, then said, “Are you really going to go to Copenhagen?”
“You mean it could be dangerous?”
“Maybe.”
“He knows my address, and he can easily get to me here! And as far as we know, the murderer could just as well be in Göteborg as Copenhagen.” She took a deep breath and then said with conviction, “I have to catch him.”
Hannu nodded. He knew Irene well enough to realize that this killer had good reason to feel hunted.
“What have you found on Pahliss and Gunnarsson?” she asked.
“Hans Pahliss is a doctor. Researcher. Virologist. He is in France right now at a conference. I reached Anders Gunnarsson. Dentist. He’s willing to see us. He has a private practice by Vasaplatsen. On Fridays he finishes early. He could meet us around three o’clock.”
“Perfect. Then we’ll have time for coffee before we go.”

RUSH-HOURtraffic was already heavy. The flex-time system meant that the bells of freedom starting ringing around lunchtime on Friday for lots of people.
Irene managed to find a free parking space on Storgatan. “This should be a good omen. I need one, especially when I consider how crazy this investigation has been,” she sighed.
They found the entrance to Anders Gunnarsson’s office without any problems. He shared the space with two colleagues. According to the shiny brass sign, they were Rut and Henry Raadmo, probably a married couple.
Irene called on the house phone. Almost instantly a scratchy male voice came over the speaker. “Who are you looking for?”
“Dentist Anders Gunnarsson. We have an appointment at three o’clock,” said Hannu.
“Welcome. Second floor.”
The entry lock buzzed and Hannu opened the heavy door. A broad, short flight of red marble steps led up to the stairway. Those who were brave could step into the rickety elevator, which dated back to the early years of the twentieth century. Since Irene and Hannu didn’t want to risk getting stuck for the rest of the afternoon, they took the stairs.
Anders Gunnarsson had opened the door to his office and stood there, waiting to greet them. Irene recognized him from the wedding photographs as the tall blond one of the couple. His hair was a bit longer than it had been in the pictures. He stretched out his hand in greeting and smiled a bright white smile. His handshake was dry and firm. Then he showed them inside.
They entered a sober waiting room whose color scheme was light gray and old-fashioned rose. At once Irene suspected that Marcus Tosscander had helped decorate the room. When they came into the employee’s lounge her suspicion was confirmed. There was a small kitchen area done in steel and black, with a floor of polished cherrywood and a dining set in the same style as Tanaka’s. Everything looked clean and fresh. The whole office appeared to be newly renovated.
“Please sit down and I’ll put on some coffee. We’re all alone in the office. Everyone else goes home around two o’clock on Fridays,” said Gunnarsson.
Irene and Hannu sat in the creaking leather chairs. They still smelled new.
Gunnarsson was in the process of measuring the coffee when he stopped and looked at Hannu. “Why did you want to speak with me?” he asked.
“Marcus Tosscander,” Hannu said shortly.
“Has something happened to him?”
Concern was evident in the dentist’s voice. His blue eyes glided between Irene and Hannu. It was Irene who answered. “We have reason to suspect so.”
A deep sigh escaped Gunnarsson. “Hans and I were speaking about him last week. We thought it was odd that he hadn’t been in touch. We actually joked that he had decided to stay there in Thailand.”
“Thailand? He was in Copenhagen. . ”
“Of course. But he called me and said that he was just home for a quick visit in order to pack some summer clothes in a suitcase. He had suddenly been invited to go on a trip to Thailand. Apparently, one of his cameras was broken so he wondered if we could lend him one. But when he found out that it was at home in Alingsås he lost interest. He said that he wouldn’t have time to come all the way to our place that evening. I advised him to buy a cheap one in the duty-free shop.”
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