Saarnikangas paused for a second. The East or the West? Who would win? It made no difference; he was out of time. He had to resolve the immediate crisis first, just as Paasikivi would have done.
“Three and a half,” Suhonen said.
“I was there a while after he was shot,” he said in a defeated tone. “But I didn’t shoot nobody…it was some guy wearing a ski mask. I was supposed to get rid of the body, but I couldn’t do it.”
Suhonen let him talk, though he had plenty of questions.
“I’m not cut out for that. I was confused. The killer gave me the gun and told me to get rid of it along with the body. I thought about dropping the corpse in the sea or chopping it up, but I just ran. I drove north in a panic-I had to gas up at the Parkano ABC. Then I decided to go back. Somewhere around Valkeakoski I remembered I still had the gun. I got off the highway, pulled up to some dark cabin on a lake, wiped the fingerprints off the gun, and threw it as far as I could. I went back to the garage, but I couldn’t think of what to do… How much time do I have?”
“Ninety seconds.”
“What else do you need?”
“Who gave you the job?”
“A guy named Lydman. When he called me, he didn’t say what the job was. I owed him some money, and I figured I’d have to take someone’s drugs from point A to point B.”
Suhonen nodded. Saarnikangas seemed to be telling the truth.
“What kind of gun?”
“I don’t know the make…some kind of.22.”
“Where exactly was this cabin?”
Saarnikangas laughed. “Hey, I was all mixed up.”
“One minute.”
“If you’re going to Tampere, it’s where you turn off to Turku.”
“Highway Nine?”
“Probably. It’s on the way to the prison. After the interchange you take a right at the intersection and then head back towards the highway. The most I can tell you is that the cabin had white walls and a dark roof. You could see the highway from the dock; I saw a big semi cruise by. Hey, Suhonen. You believe me, right?”
“Thirty seconds. I can hear the cruiser coming up the block.”
“I don’t know anything more.”
“Who was the killer?”
“I don’t know. He was wearing blue overalls and a ski mask. He mumbled something about a Customs nark, but I didn’t hear anything else… Hey, the cruiser… I need to talk to you about something.”
Suhonen nodded and took his phone out of his pocket. He pushed the red button again and talked into the dead mic, “Suhonen from the VCU again… Yeah, that transport from Vuolukivi… Right, that’s it. Well, we just happened to have a couple homicide guys in the area, so you don’t need to bother with the cruiser… Yeah, cancel it.”
The trick worked. Saarnikangas looked like a twelve-year-old boy who just scored a game-tying goal with seconds to go in the third period. The game wasn’t over after all; it was headed for overtime.
“Good,” Juha went on, smiling. “I think you’ll be interested. I want you to take care of something for me.”
They talked for another ten minutes.
Afterwards, Suhonen got back in his car and Saarnikangas headed for the stairs. In the car, Suhonen took his phone and called Joutsamo.
“Hey,” Suhonen said.
“Where are you?”
Suhonen glanced at the bleak apartment buildings. “Around town.”
“Well?”
“Couple things. First, get the surveillance tape from the Pakila Teboil, from, say, around ten o’clock the night of the murder. We should be able to find Saarnikangas on it. Second, get the Parkano ABC’s surveillance tape from Monday night to Tuesday morning.”
“What?”
“Listen to what I’m telling you!”
“Okay,” Joutsamo eased up. “The footage from Teboil and Parkano. What are we looking for in Parkano?”
“Saarnikangas’ white van. He said he was there on the night of the murder. I don’t know the exact time.”
“Okay.”
A light turned on in the window of Saarnikangas’ apartment. Suhonen started the car.
“Third, tell the Valkeakoski Fire Department to go for a swim.”
“What are they looking for and where?”
“The murder weapon should be at the bottom of a lake near the highway,” Suhonen said, and described the location.
Joutsamo paused briefly before continuing. He assumed she was taking notes.
“Suhonen,” Joutsamo said in a serious tone. “Did you arrest him?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Right now, he’s more use to us on the street than in jail,” he said. Suhonen couldn’t put Juha in a cell now, not after he had coughed up the truth.
“Is that so.”
“Yup.”
“Where’d you get all this? Saarnikangas, or what?”
“I heard it through the grapevine,” Suhonen crooned.
“That’s not funny. Are you coming back in?”
“At some point, yeah. I have to see what happens.” Saarnikangas was the key, but there were still a few more doors Suhonen wanted to try.
“You’ll have to explain this to Takamäki then.”
“Don’t worry. You take care of the surveillance tapes and find the gun.” Suhonen hung up the phone and took out another. He reserved a room in the Katajanokka Hotel under the name, “Suikkanen.”
Suhonen backed out of the parking space and glanced up.
Saarnikangas was standing in the window.
CHAPTER 21
CORNER PUB, KALLIO, HELSINKI
THURSDAY, 7:55 P.M.
It was standing room only in the Corner Pub. In years past, the bar would have reeked of smoke, but now it smelled only of snow-dampened clothing and stale booze. Most of the customers were men. A few of them were sitting alone at round tables, the extra chairs having been slid away for other patrons.
A television that hung from the ceiling was showing the Eurosport channeclass="underline" men soared off a ski jump in sixty-second intervals.
Suhonen stepped inside and shook the snow off his jacket. He elbowed his way to the bar and ordered a beer.
The undercover detective scanned the bar. He knew what the man looked like. Back at headquarters, he had checked his mug shot from the database. He had used a computer in Narcotics, so he wouldn’t run into Joutsamo. She would have wanted an explanation, but Suhonen wasn’t in the mood, nor did he have the time. Time would tell if this would go anywhere. If not, he’d have to go back and arrest Saarnikangas.
He didn’t find the guy in the front of the bar, though he saw two wanted men sitting under the TV. Though Suhonen knew their faces, he couldn’t recall their names. The pair was suspected of a string of car break-ins. Maybe tonight they were downing their profits.
Suhonen wandered off towards the rear. He noticed a few familiar faces, but not the one he was looking for. Markus Markkanen was big enough to stand out, even in this crowd. Suhonen didn’t know him, nor had he ever met him. According to the database, “Bogeyman” Markkanen was last released from prison at the beginning of the decade. He had done time for assault and battery, and aggravated assault.
Markkanen’s name didn’t show up in the organized crime intelligence database, so he wasn’t known to belong to any of the gangs. Either he had lived a clean life the past few years, or managed to avoid getting caught.
Suhonen sipped his beer at the bar. Saarnikangas had told him about Lydman’s orders that Juha was supposed to meet Markkanen here, and that Markkanen might be involved in Eriksson’s murder. He could even be the shooter, Saarnikangas had suggested. Based on his record, Suhonen figured it was more likely that Markkanen was the shooter than the planner.
Saarnikangas and Markkanen had never met, but even so, Suhonen couldn’t pretend to be Juha. Instead, he’d be Suikkanen, an ex-con. Most of the Corner Pub’s clientele knew him by that name anyway.
His beer mug was getting lighter, and he was starting to feel the adrenaline. He wasn’t sure what would happen tonight-he was only after intel. Saarnikangas hadn’t known what the new job was about. Suhonen wanted to find that out, as well as Markkanen’s role in the murder case.