Tonight You're Dead (Sandhamn Murders Book 4) by Viveca Sten

Author:Viveca Sten [Sten, Viveca]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781542048538
Publisher: Amazon Crossing
Published: 2017-11-13T16:00:00+00:00

Olle Granlund led Nora eastward past the tower. The pine trees were sparser here, and only the odd bush or tangle of juniper grew in the crevices. Nora picked her way cautiously over piles of rubble and sharp rocks.

After a while, they reached a concrete bunker with a flat roof, built into the steep hillside. Small square openings faced the sea.

“This is called an eagle’s nest,” Olle explained. “There were platforms under the holes for machine guns and ammunition.”

Nora studied the strange structure; it had become part of nature, and yet it hadn’t. It was a weird mixture of ancient gray stone and modern construction material.

“How many of these are there on the island?”

“Quite a few, but most are more effectively camouflaged, or have been demolished.” He pointed. “The entrance to a firing site for antiaircraft guns used to be over there.”

Olle turned away and spat a plug of chewing tobacco into the undergrowth. A swarm of blackflies rose up like a cloud of dust and dispersed in all directions.

“The Subway Hill is down that way,” he went on.

“That’s a funny name.”

“The command center was in there. It was built in the eighties, and the entrance was a tunnel made of corrugated iron that looked like a subway.”

Nora gazed around. There was something melancholy about this place that had been left to its fate after so many years of intensive use.

“It must have cost a fortune to build all this,” she said. “It’s hard to understand why it was abandoned.”

“There are installations all over the place deep inside the hill: emergency rooms, corridors, engine rooms, ammunition stores. Gas-proof doors, of course, in case the enemy used poison gas.”

Gas. The word gave Nora the creeps.

“Is it possible to go inside?” she asked.

Olle shook his head.

“Everything that’s left has been filled in, but this bunker is in good condition. Come and have a look.”

Nora moved closer. Almost seventy years had passed; weeds were growing in the cracks in the concrete, and the cement was slowly crumbling away. She went down a couple of steps and found herself on a level with the lookout point.

She noticed something in a corner; she bent down and picked up a torn-off yellow label. The words on it looked as if they had been typed on an old-fashioned typewriter a very long time ago.

TAG, to be attached to the equipment belonging to injured (sick, dead), it said in faded letters.

A body tag.

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