Sweet Sweet Revenge Ltd. by Jonas Jonasson

Author:Jonas Jonasson [Jonasson, Jonas]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Published: 2021-02-12T11:46:53+00:00

Victor’s mind was reeling. Kevin and Kevin had to be the same person. The fake Irma Stern paintings were authentic. The police thought Victor owned them, even as he was sitting here feeding the real owner.

Feeding him Kalles Kaviar.

‘And now you’ve come to Sweden to find your paintings?’

‘Not at all! I’m looking for my son.’

‘So … the paintings aren’t important?’

Ole considered the question. As he recalled, Auntie Irma had been a comfy sort of lady. She often patted him on the head, in a motherly fashion. Had a nice smile. And made beautiful paintings.

Her creations had stayed rolled up in Ole Mbatian the Elder’s third hut, the one on the hill, for as long as he lived. When Ole Junior took over, he brought out the artworks for the fire festival every year. As extra decoration. That was it. The villagers had got it into their heads that he was the artist, and why not let them think so? A medicine man had to protect his reputation as being something special.

But then Kevin took the paintings with him when he fled circumcision. It was unclear why, but the reason didn’t matter. Nothing was of any importance besides Kevin himself. One could only hope they ended up on a proper wall eventually. That they could bring happiness to a few more viewers and a little more often. Ole had no concerns beyond this.

‘No, they’re not important,’ he said.

‘Then perhaps I could purchase them? I’m an art dealer and I love the cheap and simple. A hundred dollars for the pair, what do you say?’

How much was a hundred dollars in livestock again? The suggestion reminded Ole Mbatian of the chief’s stubborn refusal ever to do anything new. And how many cards would it be? One of the many things he’d observed up to this point on his journey was the small plastic cards. It was a form of payment, and yet it wasn’t. The buyer always seemed to keep the card, but the seller never got upset about it.

It remained to be seen how exactly this worked, but even the crazy receptionist at the hotel had refused not only livestock on credit, but also cash – that is, dollars. Perhaps Ole could demand a card or two for the paintings, to be on the safe side. One or two, in that case?

No, the medicine man knew how many chickens equalled a goat and how many goats equalled a cow. If he gave it some thought, he could probably manage to translate all of that into dollars as well, but that was where he drew the line. And anyway, the method of payment wasn’t the problem right now. Kevin had taken the paintings with him. And he was missing. There were no paintings to sell.

The medicine man got an idea.

‘If you help me find my son, you can have the paintings.’

Now things were shaping up to be as fantastic for Victor as they were problematic. There was no way it would end well if he and the native tracked down Kevin together.

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