Jarkko Sipila - Darling

“Let’s talk about yesterday morning. Tell me what happened.”

“I already told you at the apartment,” Korpivaara snorted.

Joutsamo looked at the man. During an interrogation it was more important to listen than to ask questions. The suspect always started with what he or she wanted to talk about. Apparently what happened yesterday wasn’t it.

“We need to go over it again for the tape.”

“I got up around nine. It was my day off, and I had a beer and turned on the TV. You know, a usual day off.”

“Yeah, I know,” Joutsamo said with a smile. The idea was to appear to be on the same wavelength with the suspect. Being understanding and agreeable would help disarm him, which would make him more likely to talk. Using a small detail, like the morning beer, seemed like a good way to go about it.

Korpivaara liked that the officer appreciated his joke.

“As long as it doesn’t become a habit,” Joutsamo said.

“Yeah, I know. In my line of work I have to operate all sorts of machinery, and I gotta be sober.”

“But a day off is a day off,” Joutsamo said. Of course she had never started her day with a beer or even a cider.

“Right on. Sometimes you need to relax.”

“You said you turned the TV on. What did you watch?” Joutsamo asked, though she already knew the answer.

Korpivaara scratched his neck.

“Uh, well…”

“Go ahead and tell me.”

“I’m a bit embarrassed to tell a lady, but it was a porn flick.”

“You have quite a collection of those,” Joutsamo remarked.

“How do you know?” Korpivaara asked, confused.

“We searched your apartment last night.”

“Oh,” the man said.

Joutsamo didn’t have to disclose it, but she figured it would send a message to the suspect. Korpivaara need not bother lying about things that she already knew.

“The DVD player had a movie in it. Is that what you watched?”

“Could be, they’re all pretty much the same.”

Joutsamo had found out about the movies from Kohonen and Kulta, who had searched the apartment. They also told her about the trash bin guy; the Forensics team was now examining the bag that the guy had given them. The detectives had gone to the park where the bag was found to look for possible footprints, cigarette butts, or other evidence, but the snow made it difficult.

“What happened then?”

“I was in my apartment, drinking beer and watching the tube. Then the police called and asked me to come unlock Darling’s…uh, Laura’s apartment.”

“Are you telling me the truth?”

After a moment’s hesitation, Korpivaara asked, “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Do you have something to hide?”

“N-no…”

“It’s best to tell the truth. Less trouble that way.”

“I don’t wanna cause any trouble.”

Then tell me what you’ve done, Joutsamo thought.

“You don’t look so good. Would you like something to drink?”

“Well, if you’ve got a Coke or some water.”

Joutsamo stated the time of day on the recorder and said there would be a short break. She was glad to give Korpivaara time to squirm while he sat there thinking about his predicament.

She fetched a white paper cup and a bottle of Coca Cola, intentionally stalling and stopping to chat with the guard.

Korpivaara looked miserable when Joutsamo returned to the gray room. She opened the bottle and poured the cold drink into the cup. She noticed Korpivaara’s hand trembling as he downed the drink.

Joutsamo restarted the recording and stated the time again.

“Feel better?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

Joutsamo had a theory: Korpivaara had gotten horny watching porn in the morning and then headed to Vatanen’s apartment with the intention of having sex with her. They had sat down for some coffee, but something had gone wrong and the quick-tempered Laura had lost her life as the result of an argument. It was obvious that the perpetrator-whom Joutsamo believed to be Korpivaara-hadn’t gone to the apartment with the intention to kill. The Forensics guys noticed a knife was missing from the set in the kitchen, which could mean that the murder weapon was from the apartment.

“Let’s get back to business. I asked if you had something to hide in the case.”

“What would I have to hide?” Korpivaara asked.

Apparently he wasn’t aware that the police knew about his morning visit to the apartment.

“Jorma, I know you were in Vatanen’s apartment yesterday morning.”

“How would you know that?”

“Your fingerprints are there.”

“They could be old.”

“Jorma, your prints were on the coffeemaker switch and the coffeemaker was on when the police arrived.”

“But…,” Korpivaara began and closed his mouth. He thought hard for a moment as Joutsamo gave him a pressing look. He scratched his head.

“I don’t remember anything like that. But I do have a doctor’s statement saying I forget things sometimes.”

Joutsamo had read about his health problems. Korpivaara had been exempted from compulsory military service based on a physician’s report.

“What happened to you?” Joutsamo asked.

“I got beat up bad when I was twenty. I didn’t report it to the police, though. I got all sorts of injuries and the surgeon had to do some reconstruction on my face. Wish he’d given me a better mug while he was at it.”

“No police report? Didn’t the hospital ask you questions?”

“I told them I’d had a motorcycle accident.”

“Why’s that?”

“It was complicated. But it’s in the past. Now I’ve got some memory loss problems.”

Joutsamo looked at the man.

“Do you think it’s possible you had a memory lapse yesterday morning?”

“I guess that’s possible. They come and go. I can’t remember them…well, due to the memory loss.”

“Did you kill Laura Vatanen?”

“I…uh…”

“Just tell me. You were in her apartment yesterday morning. Did you two have a disagreement?”

“We had a tiff now and then.”

“And yesterday?”

“I can’t remember.”

“Try,” Joutsamo urged.

Korpivaara looked defeated.

“If I was in the apartment, I suppose it’s possible.”

“Possible?”

“Yeah…”

Joutsamo waited a moment, and asked, “Did you do it?”

“Could be.”

“What do you remember about the morning?”

“I was in my apartment, and I guess I went somewhere and came back.”

“Where did you go?”

“That’s what I can’t remember.”

“Did you go to Laura’s apartment?”

“Possibly. Maybe. I have to think.”

“Take your time,” Joutsamo said.

The two were silent for a few minutes. Joutsamo’s gaze stayed firm and merciless. She wanted to make him uncomfortable.

Joutsamo spoke again, “Sometimes life’s about taking responsibility. You do something, you answer for it. Are you responsible for your actions?”

“I’ve not been too good at that.”

“But it’s never been as serious as this before.”

“You’re right, it hasn’t.”

“Can you really not remember? Or maybe you don’t want to remember?”

“I don’t know,” Korpivaara agonized, burying his head in his hands.

“Do you remember going to Laura’s door?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Did you use your own key to go in or did Laura open the door?”

“I don’t…”

The next question followed quickly. “Do you remember making coffee?”

“Damn.”

“Do you remember what Laura was wearing?”

“Uh…”

“Do you remember if you two had an argument?”

“I don’t… I, uh…”

Joutsamo waited for Korpivaara to go on, but he didn’t.