The Silent Girl (Sebastian Bergman 4) by Michael Hjorth & Hans Rosenfeldt

Author:Michael Hjorth & Hans Rosenfeldt [Hjorth, Michael]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781780894607
Publisher: Random House
Published: 2017-06-28T18:30:00+00:00

Erik Flodin was in the kitchen frying rösti. The schnitzels had been dipped in egg, flour and breadcrumbs and were drying off on a plate, while the caper and anchovy butter was ready in the fridge. He had plugged his phone into the kitchen stereo and was singing along to Lars Winnerbäck from his Spotify playlist. He enjoyed cooking – he always had. To him it was the perfect form of relaxation. It didn’t matter what his day had been like; an hour’s total focus on his pots and pans was all he needed to make him feel better. It might take a bit longer tonight; today had been crazy. The craziest ever. The murders of the Carlsten family and Jan Ceder were bad enough, but a killer who dresses up in scrubs to get at a witness in hospital during the night … It was like an American action movie. From the moment he had been woken at three o’clock this morning he had thanked his lucky stars that he was no longer in charge of the case.

‘Dad.’

He turned around and reached out to turn down the stereo at the same time. Winnerbäck faded away, and Erik could see from the look on his daughter’s face that it wasn’t a second too soon. Alma had turned twelve just a few weeks ago, and at the moment almost everything Erik and Pia did was either sooo embarrassing or totally, like, hopeless. Erik guessed that his duet with Lars Winnerbäck ticked both boxes.

‘Didn’t you hear the doorbell?’ Alma said, making it perfectly clear that she held Erik responsible for the fact that she had had to leave her room and answer the door.

‘Who is it?’ Erik wondered, turning down the heat under the rösti. Alma merely shrugged and headed back to her room. Erik wiped his hands and went into the hallway; Frank was standing just inside the door looking apologetic.

‘I’m so sorry to disturb you – are you in the middle of dinner?’

‘No, it’s fine, come on in,’ Erik said, shaking Frank’s hand. ‘I’ll give Pia a shout.’

‘It’s actually you I want to see,’ Frank said, kicking off his boots and following Erik into the kitchen.

‘OK – would you like to stay for dinner? It’ll be ready in ten minutes.’

‘No, thanks, I have to get back to the boy.’

Frank sat down at the kitchen table while Erik went back to his cooking. ‘So how can I help you?’ he asked, flipping over the rösti. Perfect.

‘I heard you were looking for a car parked near the Bear’s Cave yesterday.’

‘That’s right.’

‘I saw one.’

Erik turned around as Frank leaned forward and clasped his hands on the table.

‘Someone called the council in the morning and said they’d hit a deer, so I drove up there and parked … have you got a map?’

Erik nodded and left the room. A minute later he was back, spreading a map on the table in front of his guest.

‘I parked here.’ Frank pointed to a spot about a kilometre from the Bear’s Cave.

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