Instinctively they looked around for somewhere to escape, but they were trapped like rats. Slowly the door swung open and Tobias came in, holding a gun.
‘You’re alive?’ he said to Ebba. Anna was shocked to see how indifferent he was to whether his wife was alive or dead.
‘Why are you doing this?’ Ebba moved towards him, sobbing.
‘Stop!’ He raised the gun and pointed it at her, and she instantly stopped in her tracks.
‘Let us out of here.’ Anna tried to catch his attention. ‘We promise not to say anything.’
‘You think I’d believe that? It doesn’t matter anyway. I have no wish to…’ He stopped abruptly, peering at the bones sticking out of the chests. ‘What’s that?’
‘Ebba’s family,’ said Anna.
Tobias couldn’t tear his eyes away from the skeletons. ‘Have they been here the whole time?’
‘Yes, apparently they have.’
Anna hoped that Tobias would be so shaken that she’d be able to reach him somehow. She leaned down, which prompted him to gasp and swing the gun in her direction.
‘I only want to show you something.’ Anna picked up the photos and handed them to Tobias, who took them with a sceptical expression.
‘What’s this?’ he said, and for the first time his voice sounded normal.
Anna could feel her heart pounding. The sensible, sane Tobias was still in there somewhere. He held the pictures closer so he could study them.
‘My father must have done that to them,’ said Ebba. Her hair hung in her face, and it was apparent from her posture that she had given up.
‘Rune?’ said Tobias, but then he flinched when they heard voices approaching. Swiftly he slammed the door shut.
‘Who’s there?’ asked Anna.
‘They’re going to ruin everything,’ said Tobias. His expression had changed, and Anna could see that there was no use hoping any more. ‘But they’re not getting in here. I have the key. It was above the doorframe here in the basement, long forgotten and rusty. I tried it in every lock, but it didn’t fit. Then a week ago, just by accident, I found the entrance. It was so ingeniously constructed that it was practically invisible.’
‘Why didn’t you tell me about this?’ asked Ebba.
‘I was already starting to see the truth. That you were to blame for Vincent’s death, but you refused to admit your guilt. You were trying to shift the blame to me. And in the unlocked chest I found this.’ He waved the gun. ‘I knew that I’d have a use for it.’
‘They’ll find a way to get in. You know that,’ said Anna. ‘You might as well open the door.’
‘I can’t open it. There used to be a knob on the inside, but someone removed it. The door locks automatically, and they don’t have a key, so even if they do find the secret door, they won’t be able to get in. Whoever built this cellar was paranoid – it’ll withstand just about anything.’ Tobias smiled. ‘By the time they bring equipment over here to break their way in, it’ll be too late.’
‘Tobias, please,’ said Ebba, but Anna could tell that it would do no good to try reasoning with him. Tobias had decided to die here, and they would too, unless she did something.
At that instant they heard a key being fitted into the lock. Surprised, Tobias turned his head. That was the moment Anna had been waiting for. She grabbed the angel pendant from the floor and threw herself at Tobias. She ripped a big gash in his cheek with the sharp edge of the pendant as she used her other hand to fumble for the gun. Just as she touched the cold steel, a shot rang out.
Josef had made up his mind to die today. It felt like the logical step after his failure, and the decision had actually filled him with relief. When he left the house, he still hadn’t worked out how to do it, but when Percy began waving the gun about, it occurred to Josef that he might die a hero.
Now, strangely enough, it seemed like a rash decision. On his way down the dark basement stairs, his will to live seemed stronger than ever before. He didn’t want to die, especially not in this place which had given him nightmares for so many years. He saw the police officers in front of him, and he felt oddly naked without a gun. There had been no question that he should accompany them. He was the only one who could show them the way. The only one who knew how to find hell.
The officers waited for him at the bottom of the stairs. Patrik Hedström raised an eyebrow enquiringly and Josef pointed to the far wall. It appeared to be an ordinary wall, with crooked shelves holding old paint cans. Seeing Patrik’s sceptical expression, he stepped forward to show them. He remembered it all so welclass="underline" the smells, the feel of the concrete floor underfoot, the musty air that he’d breathed into his lungs.
After a glance at Patrik, Josef pressed the right side of the middle shelf. The wall moved, swinging inward to reveal a passageway leading to a solid door. He stepped aside. The officers looked at him in surprise for a moment and then entered the passageway. At the door they paused to listen. They could hear a faint murmuring from inside. Josef knew exactly what lay behind the door. All he had to do was close his eyes for the image to be as clear as if he’d seen the room yesterday. The cold walls, the bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. And the four chests. They had put the gun inside one of them. That was where Ebba’s husband must have found it. Josef wondered whether Tobias had opened the locked chests too, whether he knew what was inside. It didn’t matter, because now everything was going to be revealed. There was no turning back.
Patrik took the key out of his pocket, stuck it in the lock, and turned it. He cast a glance at Josef and his colleagues, his face clearly showing that he feared what they were about to find.
Cautiously Patrik opened the door. A shot was fired, and Josef saw the officers rush inside, their weapons drawn. But he stayed in the passageway. All the commotion made it hard to know exactly what was happening, but he could hear Patrik shouting: ‘Drop the gun!’ There was a flash and a shot that reverberated loudly and painfully. Then came the sound of somebody falling to the floor.
In the silence that followed, Josef’s ears were ringing, and he was aware of his own breathing, jagged and shallow. He was alive, he knew that he was alive, and he was grateful for that. Rebecka would be worried when she found his letter, but he would try to explain. Because he was not going to die today.
Someone came running down the basement steps, and when he turned, he saw Ia racing towards him. Her eyes were filled with fear.
‘Ebba,’ she said. ‘Where is Ebba?’
Blood had sprayed over the chests and halfway up the wall. Behind her she could hear Ebba screaming, but it sounded far away.
‘Anna.’ Patrik took her by the shoulders and shook her. She pointed to her ear.
‘I think my ear drum burst. I can’t hear anything.’
Her voice sounded strangely muffled. Everything had happened so fast. She looked down at her hands. They were bloody, and she examined her body to see whether she was bleeding, but she couldn’t find any wounds. She was still gripping Ebba’s angel pendant in her hand, and she realized that the blood must have come from the gash on Tobias’s face. Now he was lying on the floor, his eyes open. A bullet had torn a big hole in his head.
Anna turned away. Ebba was still screaming, and suddenly a woman came rushing in and threw her arms around her. Slowly she rocked her back and forth until Ebba’s cries subsided to a whimper. Anna pointed mutely at the chests. Patrik, Martin, and Gösta stared at the skeletons, now spattered with Tobias’s blood.
‘We need to get you out of here.’ Patrik gently ushered Anna and Ebba towards the door. Ia followed close behind.
When they were inside the main room of the basement, Erica came flying down the steep steps. She took them two at a time, and Anna moved fast to meet her halfway. Only when she buried her face against her big sister’s neck did she feel the tears start to flow.