“What do you think has happened here?” Birch asked.
“I don’t know.”
“Do you think she’s in danger?”
“I don’t think so, but I could be wrong.”
They went into the living room. There was a baby’s sock on the floor. Wallander looked around the room. Birch followed his gaze.
“There’s a solution somewhere here,” Wallander said. “There’s something in this flat that will lead us to the woman we’re looking for. When we find her, we’ll also find Katarina Taxell. There’s something here that will tell us which way to turn. We’re going to find it if we have to tear up the floorboards.”
Birch said nothing.
They heard the door lock click. So she had her own key. Katarina Taxell’s mother walked into the room.
CHAPTER 31
Walland stayed in Lund for the rest of the day. With every hour that passed he grew more certain that they would find who had murdered the three men through Katarina Taxell. They were looking for a woman who was beyond all doubt deeply involved in some way. But they didn’t know whether she was acting alone, or what her motive was.
The talk with Katarina Taxell’s mother had got them nowhere. She started rushing hysterically around the flat, looking for her missing daughter and grandchild. Finally she became so agitated that they had to get a doctor to see her. Wallander was convinced by then that she didn’t know where her daughter had gone. The few women friends she had who her mother thought might have come to get her were contacted at once. Each seemed puzzled. But Wallander didn’t trust what he heard over the phone. At his request, Birch followed closely in his tracks and called on each person Wallander had spoken to.
Wallander went downstairs and across the street to the petrol station. He had asked the attendant, Jonas Hader, to repeat his account of what he had seen. It was like meeting the perfect witness. Hader seemed to look at the world around him as if his observations might at any time be transformed into crucial testimony.
The red Golf had stopped outside the building at the same time as a lorry carrying newspapers had left the petrol station. They got hold of the driver, who was positive that he had left the petrol station at 9.30 a.m. sharp. Hader had noticed lots of details, including a big sticker on the rear window of the car, but it was too far away for him to see what it was. He insisted that the car had roared off, that it was driven in what he considered a masculine way. The only thing he hadn’t seen was the driver. It was raining, and the windscreen wipers were going. He couldn’t have seen anything even if he’d tried. On the other hand, he was convinced that Taxell was wearing a light green coat, that she’d had a big sports bag, and that the child was wrapped in a blue blanket. She came out the door just as the car drew up. The back door was opened from the inside and she put the child in and then put her bag in the boot. Then she opened the back door on the other side and climbed into the car. The driver gunned the engine before Taxell had even closed her door. Hader couldn’t catch the licence-plate number, although Wallander had a feeling that he had tried. He had never seen a car stop at the back door before.
Wallander returned to the building with a feeling that he’d had something confirmed, although he wasn’t sure what it was. It seemed to have been a hurried escape, but how long had it been planned? And why?
In the meantime Birch had talked to the officers who had taken turns keeping the building under surveillance. Wallander specifically asked them to say whether they had seen a woman near the building who had come and gone, or showed up more than once. But unlike Jonas Hader, the officers had made few observations. They had concentrated on the front door. Wallander insisted that they identify every person they noticed. Since 14 families lived in the building, the whole afternoon had been filled with policemen checking up on the residents.
This was how Birch found someone who might have seen something important. It was a man who lived two floors above Katarina Taxell. He was a retired musician, and according to Birch he described his life as “standing for hours at the window, staring out at the rain, and hearing in my mind music I will never play again”. That morning he’d seen a woman on the other side of the square. A woman on foot, who had suddenly stopped, took several steps back, and then stood motionless and studied the building, before turning around and disappearing. When Birch brought this news, Wallander immediately thought that this could be the woman they were looking for. Someone had come, and noticed the car parked right outside the door. Someone had come to visit Katarina Taxell. In the same way that she’d had a visitor in the hospital.
Wallander became energetic and determined. He asked Birch to contact Taxell’s friends again and ask if any of them had been on their way to visit her that morning. The answer was unequivocal. No-one had. Birch had tried to coax a description of the woman out of the musician, but the only thing that he could say with certainty was that it was a woman. It had been around 8 a.m. This wasn’t confirmed, though, because the three clocks in his flat all showed different times.
Wallander’s energy on that day was inexhaustible. He sent Birch out on various tasks. Birch didn’t seem at all put out that Wallander was giving him orders as if to a subordinate. Meanwhile Wallander began a methodical search of Taxell’s flat. The first thing he asked Birch was whether he could have his forensic technicians secure fingerprints.
He kept in constant contact with Ystad. On four separate occasions he talked to Nyberg. Ylva Brink had smelled the name tag holder, which still had a faint trace of perfume. It might have been the same scent she noticed on that night in the maternity ward, but she wasn’t positive.
Twice during the day he talked to Martinsson at home. Terese was still scared and depressed, of course, and Martinsson was determined to quit the force. But Wallander managed to get him to promise to wait at least until the next day before he wrote his letter of resignation. Wallander gave him a detailed account of what had happened. He was sure that Martinsson was listening, although he made few comments. But Wallander knew that he had to keep Martinsson involved with the investigation. He didn’t want to risk having him make a decision he would later regret. He talked to Chief Holgersson several times. Hansson and Hoglund had taken firm action at the school where Terese was attacked. They interviewed the three boys who were involved, one after the other. They had been in contact with the parents and the teachers. According to Hoglund, Hansson had done an excellent job when all the students had been assembled and told about what happened. The students were upset, and she didn’t think it would happen again.
Eskil Bengtsson and the other men had been released, but Akeson was going to prosecute. Maybe what had happened to Martinsson’s daughter would make some people reconsider, Hoglund said, but Wallander had his doubts. They would have to use a great deal of energy in the future to combat the private militias.
The most important news of the day came from Hamren, who had taken over some of Hansson’s assignments. He had managed to locate Gote Tandvall, and called Wallander at once.
“He has an antique shop in Simrishamn,” Hamren said. “He also travels around and buys antiques, which he exports to Norway and other places.”
“Is that legal?”
“I don’t think it is strictly illegal,” Hamren replied. “The prices are probably higher there. Then of course it depends on what kind of antiques they are.”
“I want you to pay him a visit,” Wallander said. “Go to Simrishamn. The thing we need to know is whether a relationship really existed between Holger Eriksson and Krista Haberman. And Tandvall might have other information for us.”
Hamren called back three hours later. He was in his car outside Simrishamn. He had met Tandvall. Wallander waited tensely.