The Father: Made in Sweden Part I by Anton Svensson

Author:Anton Svensson [Svensson, Anton]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
ISBN: 9780751557848
Publisher: Little, Brown Book Group
Published: 2015-08-05T23:00:00+00:00

‘Broncks?’

‘Yeah?’

‘You’ve got your helicopter.’

The wind was blowing. John Broncks pushed the two-way radio receiver close to his cheek and cupped his palm over it, as the tall pines swayed back and forth. The wet snow had started to soak through his thin socks and run down into the soles of his shoes.

‘The Eleventh Helicopter Division has volunteered. They’re on their way now.’

The commanding officer in Nynäshamn was starting to sound as hopeful as Broncks was beginning to feel.

‘You’ll hear it in a couple of minutes, it’s heading in your direction, and it’s going to concentrate on the area around the main road.’

‘Good! I—’

‘Broncks, wait a minute, I’m getting a message from a colleague.’

In the middle of a thicket of trees, the faint glow of streetlights in the distance. The earpiece was silent, but if he concentrated, Broncks could hear people talking quietly to each other, then steps, then someone moving their microphone.

‘This may sound strange, but the getaway car has been found. Again.’

‘Again?’

‘Same model – same number plate. Except … on the other side of town … along a country road.’

‘I’m not sure I follow.’

‘Volkswagen 1300. Red. GZP 784. At the end of a tractor path near a cairn. It’s as far west of town as you are east.’

Broncks checked the plate at the back of the car. GZP 784. Then he trudged through deep snow a second time, in order to squeeze his body tight between the branches and check the plate up front. BGY 397.

‘Do you have someone in place over there?’

‘Yes.’

‘Ask him to walk around the car.’

His colleagues were speaking faintly in his ear. He waited until the crackle and the voice came back.

‘It has a different number on the front.’

‘BGY 397?’

‘Yes.’

They’d stolen two identical cars. Switched the number plates. And had two identical cars with the same numbers on front and back for witnesses to report.

One search area had suddenly become two.

Now they had to double the number of barriers, double the number of adjacent areas, double the number of surrounding districts.

The wind on the ground was increasing, even though the tops of the trees were swaying less than before. John Broncks looked around in the ebbing twilight. Then he saw them. It wasn’t the wind picking up – it was rotor blades, cutting through the air.

‘The helicopter!’

‘Yeah?’

‘It has to be rerouted! It has to leave the coast and the main road and go west instead, search the minor roads inland!’

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