Хеннинг Манкелль - After the Fire

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Fredrik Welin is a seventy-year-old retired doctor. Years ago he retreated to the Swedish archipelago, where he lives alone on an island. He swims in the sea every day, cutting a hole in the ice if necessary. He lives a quiet life. Until he wakes up one night to find his house on fire.
Fredrik escapes just in time, wearing two left-footed wellies, as neighbouring islanders arrive to help douse the flames. All that remains in the morning is a stinking ruin and evidence of arson. The house that has been in his family for generations and all his worldly belongings are gone. He cannot think who would do such a thing, or why. Without a suspect, the police begin to think he started the fire himself.

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At least we had started a conversation; I hoped it wasn’t already over.

I went up to the caravan, glancing at my watch on the way.

It wasn’t there. I checked my pockets, then went back to see if it was in the boat. Nothing.

I tried to come up with an explanation; the bracelet was made of steel and was hardly likely to have broken.

My mobile rang, interrupting my thoughts. It was Jansson.

‘Nordin is dead,’ he said.

‘I know.’

‘I’m going to be one of the bearers at his funeral. Are you?’

‘Surely he must have closer relatives than me?’

‘It’s terrible, the number of people dying these days.’

‘That’s what people usually do,’ I replied.

Then I said he was breaking up and I pretended I couldn’t hear what he was saying. I ended the call.

Jansson could wait. I might be in a hurry, but right now everything would have to wait.

I had to think of Louise’s child as the best thing that could happen to me.

Chapter 10

I went up the hill and looked over at the skerry. When I saw Louise climb into the skiff, I went down to the boathouse and waited for her. The boat wobbled as she stepped onto the jetty; I thought she was going to fall, but she managed to grab hold of one of the bollards.

‘That was a close thing,’ I said.

‘No, it wasn’t. There’s nothing wrong with my balance. Besides, you probably don’t know that I used to practise walking on a tightrope when I was a child.’

I wondered if she was making it up; Harriet had never said that our daughter had tried the art of funambulism.

‘Can you tell me what time it is?’ I asked. ‘I’ve lost my watch.’

‘Quarter past twelve.’

‘I don’t know where my watch is.’

‘You just said that.’

‘It’s strange that it’s disappeared; I was wearing it when I rowed across to the skerry.’

‘I haven’t seen it.’

‘I mean, a watch can’t just disappear, can it?’

‘It’s probably still over there.’

I was surprised that she sounded so indifferent, but I didn’t pursue the matter. I would find it if I carried out a proper search. I dismissed the idea that I could have dropped it in the water.

Louise headed for the caravan; my telephone rang as she slammed the door, the whole structure shuddering. I didn’t recognise the number, so I didn’t answer. When it stopped ringing I put it back in my pocket.

It immediately rang again; this time I did answer, but hesitantly, afraid of being surprised by someone delivering bad news.

It was Lisa Modin.

‘Am I disturbing you?’

‘Not at all. Was it you who just rang me?’

‘Yes. Are you on your island?’

‘Where else would I be?’

She laughed.

‘I’m calling as a journalist,’ she said.

I was immediately on my guard. It was as if her voice suddenly changed. She wasn’t ringing to talk to me, but on behalf of the newspaper.

I said nothing.

‘I believe the prosecutor is preparing to charge you because there are reasonable grounds to suspect you of arson.’

From nowhere a knot formed in my stomach. I almost groaned in pain.

‘Are you still there?’ Lisa said.

‘I’m still here.’

‘Is it true, what I just said about the prosecutor?’

‘I don’t know.’

‘You don’t know?’

‘I haven’t heard anything since I left the police station. No one has called; I haven’t had a letter. Perhaps you could explain how you know something that no one has told me?’

‘It’s my job as a journalist to find out what’s going on.’

‘But nothing’s going on, is it?’

‘So you haven’t been charged?’

‘No.’

The conversation broke up. Her voice came and went, but neither of us could hear what the other was saying. I waited for her to call me back. I tried to call her but without success. The phone masts don’t always cover the archipelago. Nordin once asked me to sign a petition protesting about the poor service; I signed, but of course it led nowhere.

I went over to the caravan. The temperature was dropping; I wouldn’t be able to sleep in the tent for much longer.

I was just about to knock on the door when I changed my mind. I wasn’t ready to talk to my daughter yet. Instead I sat down among the old fishing nets in the boathouse. I tried to gather my thoughts, to go back to the night when that bright light suddenly woke me. I had a great deal to process, otherwise I would end up in the midst of insoluble chaos.

But I couldn’t gather my thoughts. All I could hear was Lisa Modin’s voice in my head, asking if I’d been charged. How could she possibly know? Was it a rumour, or was it true?

As I sat there in the darkness, I began to feel afraid. I began to doubt my recollections of that night. Could I have set fire to the house after all, without realising it? Could I really be charged without any solid evidence?

The fear turned to nausea. I put my head between my knees, as I had been taught when I was studying to be a doctor.

How long I sat like that I don’t know. The nausea had metamorphosed into a headache when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I heard myself cry out as I straightened up with a jolt.

‘What’s the matter with you? Why are you sitting here?’

I hadn’t heard Louise come into the boathouse.

‘I don’t have many other places to sit.’

‘It’s cold here. I thought we were going to talk. I’ve been waiting for you.’

We went up to the caravan. I followed a few steps behind her, feeling like a stray dog that nobody really wants to take care of.

She made some coffee.

‘Do you want something to eat?’

‘No.’

‘You mean, no, thank you.’

‘No, thank you.’

‘You have to eat.’

I didn’t protest when she made me a couple of sandwiches. I really was very hungry. She looked at me searchingly, as if she expected me to start the conversation, but I had nothing to say. The truncated phone call from Lisa Modin had chased away all rational thought.

It was Louise who first heard the boat approaching. She raised her head and then I heard it too. I opened the door. I had no doubt that it was Jansson’s boat.

‘It’s the postman,’ I said. ‘Go down to the jetty and tell him I’m not here.’

‘But the boats are both there — he’ll be able to see them!’

‘Well, tell him I’ve drowned!’

‘I have no intention of lying. If you don’t want to see him, you can sort it out yourself.’

I realised she wasn’t going to change her mind. Jansson was my problem. I pulled on my jacket and went down to the jetty. When Jansson rounded the headland, I could see that he wasn’t alone. Lisa Modin was sitting in the prow, her face turned to avoid the icy wind.

It made no sense. Only a little while ago she had been on the other end of the phone, and now she was here.

Jansson hove to, and Lisa jumped ashore. Jansson stayed in the boat and gave me a sloppy salute, raising a hand to his black woolly hat.

Lisa was wearing a raincoat and carrying a sou’wester.

‘I expect this is a bit of a surprise,’ she said.

‘Yes.’

‘I was standing on the quayside when I called you.’

‘With Jansson?’

‘That was pure coincidence — he just happened to be there.’

I looked at Jansson; he had heard what Lisa said, and he nodded.

‘I won’t stay long,’ Lisa assured me, ‘but our phone call was cut off.’

Jansson picked up the local paper Lisa Modin wrote for, and began to read. We walked up to the caravan. The door was closed, and I couldn’t see any sign of Louise through the window. I could, however, hear the radio.

‘My daughter is here.’

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