‘… by someone who “must have been her daddy”,’ Alex supplied calmly. ‘I know, it’s all as clear as mud. Who else would Lilian let herself be taken by? Unless she was already drugged, but we’ll have to wait for the tests before we can know that.’
Fredrika swallowed.
‘Was she…,’ she started. ‘Could the pathologists tell if she’d been assaulted in any way?’
Alex shook his head.
‘They think probably not, but that’s something else we’ll get a formal report on tomorrow morning.’
Alex lapsed into silence. Regardless of whether Gabriel Sebastiansson could be linked to Lilian’s disappearance, a whole bundle of information about a paedophile network had suddenly landed on his desk. Goodness knows it wasn’t his problem; it would have to be handed over to the regional or even national crime squad.
‘Does this mean we’re right back to square one?’ asked Peder doubtfully.
Alex smiled.
‘No,’ he said, pondering. ‘It just means that the information we’ve got doesn’t hang together quite the way we first thought. But as I said, I do think we can write off Gabriel as chief suspect, at least for the time being.’
Peder sighed and Alex held up a warning finger.
‘But,’ he added, ‘that doesn’t necessarily mean Gabriel didn’t know whoever took his daughter. We can’t rule that out, knowing the circles he moved in.’
Fredrika raised a tentative hand to request permission to speak.
Alex gave her a nod.
‘But we do know,’ Fredrika said softly, ‘that the person who took Lilian directed his attentions to Sara and not – as far as we know – to Gabriel. The hair was sent to Sara’s address, not his.’
‘So you think the murderer has links to Sara rather than Gabriel?’ interpreted Alex.
‘Yes,’ came Fredrika’s straight answer.
‘Have we got any other information to back that up?’ Alex asked, surveying those assembled.
Fredrika asked to speak again.
‘Yes, we have,’ she said, and flushed. ‘You see, I went on a little visit to Flemingsberg today.’
Alex and the others listened to Fredrika’s brief account of what she had found out in Flemingsberg and from Swedish Railways. She concluded by assuring them she didn’t think any of this was proof, but she still maintained that too many things had happened at the same time for it to be pure coincidence.
Alex absorbed this in silence. Then he furrowed his brow.
‘I ought really to say you shouldn’t be sending yourself off on little missions of your own when I specifically asked you to do other things, but I’ll let that pass for now.’
Fredrika gave a sigh of relief.
‘If we assume the information you gathered to be true in the sense that it indicates this was a minutely planned series of actions, directed at Sara, then we’re dealing with a real sadist,’ Alex said quietly. ‘And a very intelligent and successful one, at that. There’s just one thing I wonder: why haven’t we found an explanation for this? Why isn’t Sara aware of who she could have upset to that degree?’
‘Maybe because she didn’t notice,’ Peder put in. ‘If it was some real psycho who took Lilian, and it seems like it, the reason might well not seem logical to anyone except the perpetrator himself.’
‘We’ll have to sift through all the information again,’ said Alex, with audible tension in his voice. ‘We must have missed something. When will the identikit of the woman with the dog be ready?’
‘It already is,’ said Fredrika, ‘but we just want the girl at the ticket window to see if it needs tweaking, and she’s doing that tonight.’
‘Right, let’s move on,’ said Alex, thanking Fredrika with a quick nod.
Fredrika tried to interrupt, but Alex stopped her.
‘Can I just run through what I found out from Sara and her parents in Umeå?’
Fredrika nodded, as curious as everyone else.
Alex was aware he was disappointing them.
He repeated what had been said in his interview with Sara and her parents after the formal identification. He saw Fredrika giving him a penetrating look as he told them about Sara’s time in Umeå after she left school.
When he had finished, Fredrika was the first to comment.
‘I’ve been talking to quite a few of Sara’s friends and colleagues today,’ she said, ‘and it’s struck me that she basically has none of her old friends left.’
‘Yes,’ said Alex. ‘I understand she broke off with them when she met her husband.’
‘That’s right,’ said Fredrika eagerly, ‘but it means that when we try to chart her social network, our timeline’s starting quite late. That is, we’re not taking account of anything that might have happened in Sara’s life before she met Gabriel.’
‘And you mean that might be it? That someone who might have been brooding and plotting vengeance for decades snatched Lilian?’
‘I mean we can’t rule it out,’ clarified Fredrika. ‘And I mean that if that is the case, we’ve no chance of unearthing it as things stand, because we’re looking at completely the wrong timespan.’
Alex nodded thoughtfully.
‘Right, my friends,’ he said, ‘let’s rest our brains tonight. Everybody go home and do something they enjoy. And when we meet tomorrow, we’ll start again in the sense that we’ll go through our material again. All of it. Even calls from the public we discounted previously. Okay?’
Alex had surprised himself by using the word ‘friends’ twice in one meeting. The thought made him smile.
Ellen Lind was feeling a touch disappointed as she left work. She’d really been working hard since the girl went missing, and though she was only an assistant, the boss ought to remember to give her credit for her contribution, too. Alex wasn’t always very good at that. Not to mention the way he treated the poor analyst. Did he even know that Mats’s name was Mats?
All such thoughts evaporated when she got out her mobile and saw she had several missed calls from the man she loved. He had left her a short, concise voicemail message saying he would very much like to see her that evening at Hotel Anglais, where he was staying the night. He also apologized for the stupid way things had gone between them last time.
Ellen’s heart missed a beat for sheer joy.
At the same time she felt a little stab of irritation. She didn’t like these sudden temperature changes in the relationship.
For a price, Ellen’s niece agreed to look after the children in the end. She was actually already round at Ellen’s to lend a general hand, since Ellen had had to work late.
‘Do they really need a babysitter?’ asked the girl, who was nineteen and had just left school.
Ellen’s thoughts went to Lilian Sebastiansson and she said a firm:
‘Yes.’
Then she hurried home so she would at least have time to say goodnight to the kids and change.
Ellen’s niece watched her as she dashed around in her underwear looking for something to wear.
‘You look like a teenager who’s just fallen in love,’ she giggled.
Ellen smiled and blushed.
‘Yes, I know it’s a bit silly, but I feel so happy every time he says he can see me.’
The girl gave her a warm smile back.
‘Wear the red top,’ she said. ‘Red really suits you.’
Before long, Ellen was in a taxi on her way to the hotel. She didn’t realize how tired she was until she sank into the back seat of the taxi. It had been hard work and tough going these past few days. She hoped Carl wouldn’t mind listening while she told him about all that dreadful stuff, because she really needed to get it out of her system.
Carl met her in the lobby. His face broke into a warm smile when he saw her.
‘Just think, twice in one week,’ Ellen murmured as they embraced.
‘Some weeks are easier than others,’ replied Carl, holding her tight.