In the Heat of the Moment by Viveca Sten

Author:Viveca Sten
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Crime, Police Procedural, Mystery & Detective, Women Sleuths, Fiction
ISBN: 9781503904842
Publisher: Amazon Crossing
Published: 2018-05-15T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 51

Erik Blom winked at a pretty girl who was holding her five-year-old by the hand as she waited for the ferry to dock. The bow was packed with people ready to disembark on Sandhamn; the man in front of them had two bags of groceries in each hand.

“How many strollers are there on this goddamn boat?” Kalle muttered as he pressed himself against the wall in order to let yet another mom and her baby pass by. He had been grumpy from the start, but Erik hadn’t bothered to ask why. The chances of his taciturn colleague giving anything away were remote.

“We’re almost there,” he said, hoping to placate Kalle as he kept checking out the pretty girl with the child. She was wearing a tight patterned top and white shorts. Nice breasts.

Kalle had bought the tickets and handed one to Erik. At last, it was their turn, and they stepped ashore onto the gray concrete quayside. To the left was the kiosk and straight ahead was a clothing store with a colorful window display and pots of flowers outside. The sign above the door said “The Summer Store” in ornate lettering. Several children clutching ice cream cones were hanging around the kiosk.

“Where do you think we should start?” Erik asked Kalle as he unzipped his thin blue jacket. Kalle had just put on a pair of black sunglasses; with his cropped hair he looked like a hard-boiled detective from some American cop show.

“How about the scene of the crime?”

He really was as laconic as those characters on TV, Erik thought, putting on his own sunglasses. “Fine,” he said.

This wasn’t the first time they’d had to conduct door-to-door inquiries on Sandhamn, and Erik knew from experience that the absence of street names didn’t make life any easier. The only clues to location on the island were local designations that didn’t appear on any map. People lived “in the west” or “up north” or “by Oxudden.” It was impossible for a visitor and comprehensible only to those who had been there since childhood. It almost drove him crazy the first time he was involved in an investigation on Sandhamn. In addition, the only permissible forms of transport were bicycles or shank’s mare. All unnecessary motorized traffic was banned; only the odd quad bike, tractor, or jeep could be seen in the village.

“We might as well walk,” he said. “There’s no point in waiting for the bus.”

They set off for Skärkarlshamn at a brisk pace, and after only ten minutes, they reached the cordoned-off area. There was no longer an officer on duty, and a sense of desolation hung in the air.

A few windsurfers were enjoying themselves at the other end of the shore, taking care to keep their distance.

The two colleagues ducked underneath the blue-and-white tape and went over to where the body had been found. They stopped in front of the alder, and Erik looked around. He had studied the photographs at the morning briefing, but that wasn’t the same as actually being on the scene.

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