“Yes, you’re right there. Who do you think I should ask? Have there been lots of them?”
He made no reply. All his energies were directed at keeping his composure.
“Maybe I should ask Maja Durban. Would that be a good idea?”
“You’ve got a sick sense of humor.”
“Possibly. She didn’t have much to say when we found her on her bed. But she had something to give us all the same. The murderer left his visiting card. Know what I mean?”
Ahron’s head trembled. He licked his lips.
“And I’m not talking about the sort you order in batches from the stationer’s. I’m talking about a unique personal genetic code. Every one of the earth’s four billion inhabitants has a different code. Just let that figure sink in, Mr. Ahron. When we magnify it, it resembles a mad piece of modern art. Black and white. But of course you know all this, you read the papers.”
“You’re just guessing. You’ve got to have a court order before you can start testing me, if that’s what you plan to do. And you won’t get it. I’m no fool. And anyway I want a solicitor. I’m not saying another word without a solicitor, not a thing!”
“Fine.” Sejer leaned back. “I can continue the conversation alone. But I ought to tell you that a court order for blood tests is the least of my problems.”
Ahron pursed his lips and kept smoking.
“First of October. You were at the King’s Arms with several mates, including Arvesen and Einarsson.”
“I’ve never denied it.”
“When did you leave the pub?”
“I assume you know that already, as it was you lot that came and picked me up!”
“I mean before that. When you took Einarsson’s car and went off. About half past seven, would that be?”
“Einarsson’s car? Are you joking? No one was allowed to borrow Einarsson’s car. Complete rubbish. And I’d been drinking.”
“That never stopped you before. You’ve got a conviction for drunk-driving. And according to Jorun you were the only person who was allowed to borrow the car. You were an exception. You were a good friend and you didn’t have a car.”
He took two deep drags on his cigarette and blew the smoke out. “I didn’t go anywhere, I just sat there drinking all evening.”
“Undoubtedly. You were totally intoxicated, according to the cook. Don’t forget that he was at work and sober and that he keeps an eye on people. Who comes and who goes. And when they come and go.”
He was silent.
“So you went out, maybe you took a look at the street life and finished your little trip at Durban’s, where you parked Einarsson’s car on the pavement and rang the bell at exactly eight o’clock. Two short rings, wasn’t it?”
Silence.
“You paid, and demanded the goods you’d paid for. And after that” — Sejer nodded slightly and stared at him — “you began to argue with her.”
Sejer had lowered his voice, Ahron had lowered his head. As if he had something interesting lying in his lap.
“You’ve got a dangerous streak, Mr. Ahron. Before you knew what had happened, you’d killed her. You raced back to the pub, hoping it would serve as an alibi and that no one would notice that you’d actually been away for a time. And then you began to drink.”
Ahron shook his head disparagingly.
“Through the haze of alcohol you realized just what you’d done. You made a clean breast of it to Einarsson. You thought he might be able to help you with an alibi. He was a friend, after all. You boys looked out for one another. And it had been an accident, hadn’t it? You were just some poor devil who was having a bad time, and of course Egil would understand, so you took the chance and told him. He was sober as well, perhaps the only one of the group who was, he would have believed.”
Ahron missed the ashtray, probably on purpose.
“But then, clearly, things got on top of you. You were foolish, you made a real spectacle of yourself. Late at night the landlord contacted us and requested you be taken in drunk and disorderly. Einarsson followed you in his car. Perhaps he was scared you’d talk while you were in the van, or in the cells. He wasn’t only trying to save you from the holding cells, but also from a murder conviction. And the amazing thing was, he managed it! It probably didn’t strike you just how incredible this was until the next day, but then I imagine you shuddered at the thought of just what a close call it had been.”
Ahron lit another cigarette.
“It must have been strange for you when Einarsson vanished. Have you thought at all about why he died? I mean, really thought it through. It was actually a genuine misunderstanding, just as you said.”
Ahron gathered himself and lay back in his chair.
“And then you began to visit Jorun. You knew that we were questioning her. Perhaps you were frightened that Egil had managed to talk?”
“You’ve obviously been working on this tale a long time.”
“But listen to this. I just happen to have an interesting piece of news for you. You were seen. A witness saw you, and by that I don’t mean saw you as you left the scene of the crime in Einarsson’s Opel. A witness saw you kill Maja Durban.”
This statement was so extraordinary that it made Ahron smile.
“Sometimes people are frightened to come forward. Sometimes they have good reasons for not doing so, so it took some time. But she came in the end. She was sitting on a stool in the adjoining room and was looking at you through the door that was open a crack. She’s just made a statement.”
Peddik’s eyes wavered slightly, then he smiled again.
“Quite a claim, isn’t it?” continued Sejer. “I agree. But you see, this time it isn’t a bluff. You killed her, and you were seen. It was a gross and totally unnecessary murder. Totally unfair. She was a woman” — Sejer got up from his chair and took a few paces — “and a small woman at that, with only a fraction of your musculature. According to the pathologist’s report she was one meter fifty-five tall and weighed fifty-four kilos. She was naked. You were sitting over her. In other words” — he lowered himself into his chair again — “she was utterly defenseless.”
“She wasn’t fucking defenseless, she had a knife!”
His shout reverberated around the room, then there came a sob.
Ahron hid his face in his hands and attempted to keep his body calm. It had begun to shake violently. “I want that solicitor now!”
“He’s on his way, he’s on his way.”
“Right this damn moment!”
Sejer leaned over to the cassette player and switched on the tape. The voice of Eva Magnus was crisp and clear, even slightly monotonous, she’d been tired by that time, but there could be no mistaking her.
“‘You tarts are fucking greedy. I’ve laid out a thousand for a five-minute job, d’you know how long it takes me to earn that much at the brewery?’”
“Now perhaps you see why Egil died? You looked quite similar. Easy to make a mistake in that dim light.”
“The solicitor!” he cried hoarsely.
35
Jan Henry was skulking in the garage. He was struggling to turn up the legs of his mechanic’s suit, and when he’d finished, he tried to look at himself in an old, cracked windowpane that was leaning against the wall.
Emma Magnus was in her father’s guest room where she had her bed, looking about with a bewildered expression. “I’d rather sleep with you two,” she wheedled.
“There wouldn’t be room for your bed in there,” her father said miserably.
“I could sleep in the bed with both of you,” she sniffed. “I don’t mind lying in the gap.”
Markus Larsgård was taken to hospital in an ambulance. The crew looked quickly through his house, in case there was a dog or cat that was in danger of being shut in. They looked in every room, even in the cellar, which only contained a load of old junk, a broken washing machine, rotten apples, and a clutch of old paint tins.