Åke Edwardson - Sun and Shadow

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A couple entertain a stranger in their Gothenburg flat, but his choice of death metal music isn't quite what they had in mind… this particular illicit rendezvous will be prove to be their last. For more than a week a newspaper boy has watched his deliveries piling up behind a front door. The loud music playing inside the flat seems an odd choice for 5 a.m. and the boy becomes increasingly afraid. What greets Chief Inspector Erik Winter and his team when they arrive appears as a stage setting, grotesquely symbolic in its composition. While Inspector Winter trawls the classifieds in men's magazines in search of the missing third person from this sinister party, a trail from the clues left by the killer leads into the cult world of the gothic. A riddle of nightmares, of good versus evil, of sun and shadow. Chief Inspector Erik Winter puts his sharp intellect to work on the case. But he has other things on his mind: the murder has taken place very close to home, and his pregnant girlfriend is nervous. Now every shadow in the corridor adopts a sinister shape. Every silent phone call holds a particular menace. When the investigation unearths a possible link between the murders and the police force, even friendly faces are not to be trusted and, when the killer strikes again, Winter is in a race against time to protect both the city and his family from this threatening evil.

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Winter ended the call and tried the number he’d been given, but there was no reply.

He drove home, parked in the garage, and went to Java. All the tables were occupied, but none by Patrik. The air was heavy with cigarette smoke. There was a strong smell of coffee and hot chocolate, damp clothes, and perhaps perfume. The average age was eighteen at most. There were handbags or shoulder bags on every table. Young men even carry handbags nowadays, Winter thought. Practical, no doubt, but not for him. He’d suggest to Halders that he should get one.

He walked among the tables and felt like an alien.

It was similar in some of the other places along the street, and still no sign of Patrik.

He would call again but Winter was worried, and it was not primarily because of the investigation. He tried Patrik’s home number one last time, but nobody answered. The boy would phone again.

The procession flowed through the center of town. The Goddess of Light was at the front, on a float. It’s like a catafalque, thought Winter, observing from his living room window. Habakkuk’s daughter. The procession wriggled like a glowworm down below in the early evening, continued eastward over the crossroads. The mass of spectators was a black sea, filling all the streets and choking all the buildings.

Not everybody has booked into the Empire State Building, not everybody is flying back and forth over the lines of longitude in order to fool time. We are having a nice, peaceful time here and we can smell the flowers, he thought as one of the floats passed by under his window: a gigantic bouquet of flowers made of wood, or whatever it was, chipboard, surrounded by living flowers.

He felt Angela’s hand on his shoulder.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go out?” he asked.

“Absolutely certain,” she said, sniffing at the long-stemmed rose he’d given her a few minutes before. “We’re having a nice, peaceful time here and we can smell the flowers.”

“All the rest of Gothenburg is down there,” he said.

The phone rang. His mother answered in the hall.

“Erik, it’s for you,” she shouted.

Angela looked at him.

He took the couple of strides necessary to get to the living room phone.

“Hello… er… It’s Patrik.”

“Hello, Patrik. How are things?”

“Er… all right, I guess.”

“Where are you?”

“I’m around at Ria’s place. What do you want?”

“You were trying to get hold of me yesterday.”

“Oh, it was nothing. I had an idea, that’s all.”

“Tell me what it was, then.”

“Well… er… that guy who came down in the elevator. You know, in that building where the mur-”

“I’m with you, Patrik.”

“I think he was wearing a uniform.”

“Why do you think that?”

“Under his overcoat, I mean.”

“Why do you think he was wearing a uniform?”

“I dunno, it just looked like that.”

“What kind of a uniform?”

“Well, it was sort of… with things on. Dark blue… with things on, maybe his shirt was light blue, and his overcoat sort of opened up a bit… when he went out of the door and there was a flash of something sort of gold on his shirt. In front of it.”

“You sound as if you’re describing a police uniform, Patrik.”

“Yes, well.”

“Did you think of a police uniform?”

“Not then.”

“Now, though?”

“Maybe.”

“Anything else?”

“What?”

“Did you see anything else that could be part of a uniform?”

“Well… it could have been a belt or a strap, but I’m not sure if I saw that.”

“What about his head? Now that you’ve had time to think. Did he have anything on his head?”

Winter watched the tail end of the procession wriggling away toward the Avenue. A snake. It looked like a snake now, thinner at the tail end, wriggling from side to side and followed by the black mass filling the street and the park.

Angela was still standing at the window, rose in hand. It sounded as if his mother was filling the shaker with ice in the kitchen. Charlie Haden and Pat Metheny were playing “Message to a Friend” at low volume.

“He didn’t have anything on his head,” Patrik said.

“All right.”

“There is one thing… I’ve thought about it a lot.”

Winter waited, said nothing. His mother looked into the room. Angela gave her a smile.

“I think I’ve seen him somewhere else,” Patrik said.

Bartram followed the procession at a distance, taking parallel streets and giving way to the crowds of people who seemed to be getting forced back from the center of activities.

He waited at the corner. The Goddess had turned left and was coming toward him. There were twice as many people as usually turn out for special festivities.

Some people near him were singing. Others were hugging one another with sudden, jerky movements. Everything was so tremendously big. The newspapers had almost killed themselves in their efforts to outdo each other in hyping the millennium. The television was even worse.

Nobody thought any longer that all things electronic would break down. Everything would work just as badly as usual, he thought. The trams would continue not running. People would still get furious. People would still spit at him.

He continued northward. The procession began to close up as it approached its destination at Lilla Bommen. There were still a few idiots who hadn’t caught on to what was happening, standing by their cars on the road, ringed in for the evening, and indeed the night, by the cheering crowds.

People were keeping an eye on the sky over the river, waiting. It had grown cold again, and people’s breath formed clouds that slowly rose and grew denser. That could start it raining, thought Bartram, but the mist dispersed higher up and suddenly the sky over Hisingen exploded. Two thousand years of pyrotechnical skills came to a climax. It started with a fan of gold that covered the whole province.

Winter was in the kitchen preparing the New Year’s dinner. He could hear his mother’s and Angela’s voices in the living room. He took a sip of the champagne he’d served earlier. Dry and light. The best champagne should be served early in the evening. Angela had sniffed at it, then drunk a little of the best table water on the market. Patrik was an observant boy and he was always strolling around town. Half a million people lived in Gothenburg, and that wasn’t all that many. You kept seeing faces. Once, twice, three times.

They could talk to him after the holiday. It was an opening, possibly a beam of light.

He decided to concentrate on the first course. The fish stock was ready and strained. It had been simmering for four hours the previous night, and had been made with fish bones, a leek, shallots, fresh ginger, white peppercorns, and water.

He mixed the dressing and put it to one side: the stock, fresh lime juice, grated horseradish, sea salt, and a little freshly ground black pepper.

He carefully stirred a teaspoon of freshly ground, unrefined sugar and half a teaspoon of sesame oil into three eggs, then fried thin omelets in a little rapeseed oil before letting them cool on top of one another. Then he rolled each of the omelets and cut the rolls into thin slices and put them on one side.

He had just finished opening the oysters, two and a half dozen. He checked them again, then cut twenty-five rinsed sugar snap pea pods diagonally and blanched them in boiling water for thirty seconds before cooling them with cold water. Having drained them, he mixed them in a large bowl with finely chopped red onion, a little watercress, and some leaves of a lettuce known as upland cress that had a delicate, slightly hot, peppery taste. Finally he added the thin slices of omelet.

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