In the Darkness
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‘Your name is Peter Fredrik Ahron?’
‘Yes.’ He rolled a cigarette without asking permission.
‘Born seventh of March 1956?’
‘Why ask when you know all this?’
Sejer glanced up. ‘I’d advise you to tread carefully.’
‘Are you threatening me?’
Now he was smiling disarmingly. ‘Certainly not. We don’t threaten here, we simply advise. Address?’
‘Tollbugata 4. Born and raised in Tromsø, youngest of four, National Service: yes. I don’t mind helping you out, but the fact is I’ve said everything I have to say.’
‘In that case we’ll go through it again.’
He wrote on, unperturbed, Ahron smoked furiously, but he kept control of himself. Kept control for the moment. He leant across the desk with a resigned expression. ‘Give me one good reason why I should go round killing my best friend!’
Sejer dropped his pen and looked at him in astonishment. ‘My dear Mr Ahron, is there anyone who thinks you did? That’s not why you’re here. Did you think that was the reason?’ He studied him acutely and noticed how the germ of a suspicion grew in Ahron’s pale blue iris.
‘It’s hardly surprising I thought that,’ he said hesitantly, ‘the last time you turned up it was because of Egil.’
‘Then you’re on the wrong track completely,’ Sejer said. ‘This is about something quite different.’
Silence. The smoke from Ahron’s roll-up curled in thick white spirals towards the ceiling. Sejer waited.
‘Well? So?’
‘So what? What do you mean?’
Sejer folded his arms on the desk top and never relinquished Ahron’s eyes. ‘I mean, aren’t you going to ask what it’s about? As it isn’t about Einarsson?’
‘I haven’t got the faintest idea what it’s about.’
‘No, exactly. That’s why I thought you might want to ask. I would have done,’ he said frankly, ‘if I’d been hauled in while I was buried in the sports pages. But perhaps you’re not the inquisitive type. So I’ll enlighten you a bit. Little by little at all events. Just one tiny question first: what’s your attitude to women, Mr Ahron?’
‘You’ll have to ask them that,’ he said sullenly.
‘Yes, you’re right there. Who do you think I should ask? Have there been lots of them?’
He made no reply. All his energies were directed at keeping his composure.
‘Maybe I should ask Maja Durban. Would that be a good idea?’
‘You’ve got a sick sense of humour.’
‘Possibly. She didn’t have much to say when we found her on her bed. But she had something to give us all the same. The murderer left his visiting card. Know what I mean?’
Ahron’s head trembled. He licked his lips.
‘And I’m not talking about the sort you order in batches from the stationer’s. I’m talking about a unique personal genetic code. Every one of the earth’s four billion inhabitants has a different code. Just let that figure sink in, Mr Ahron. When we magnify it, it resembles a mad piece of modern art. Black and white. But of course you know all this, you read the papers.’
‘You’re just guessing. You’ve got to have a court order before you can start testing me, if that’s what you plan to do. And you won’t get it. I’m no fool. And anyway I want a solicitor. I’m not saying another word without a solicitor, not a thing!’
‘Fine.’ Sejer leant back. ‘I can continue the conversation alone. But I ought to tell you that a court order for blood tests is the least of my problems.’
Ahron pursed his lips and kept smoking.
‘First of October. You were at the King’s Arms with several mates, including Arvesen and Einarsson.’
‘I’ve never denied it.’
‘When did you leave the pub?’
‘I assume you know that already, as it was you lot that came and picked me up!’
‘I mean before that. When you took Einarsson’s car and went off. About half past seven, would that be?’
‘Einarsson’s car? Are you joking? No one was allowed to borrow Einarsson’s car. Complete rubbish. And I’d been drinking.’
‘That never stopped you before. You’ve got a conviction for drink-driving. And according to Jorun you were the only person who was allowed to borrow the car. You were an exception. You were a good friend and you didn’t have a car.’
He took two deep drags on his cigarette and blew the smoke out. ‘I didn’t go anywhere, I just sat there drinking all evening.’
‘Undoubtedly. You were totally intoxicated, according to the cook. Don’t forget that he was at work and sober and that he keeps an eye on people. Who comes and who goes. And when they come and go.’
He was silent.
‘So you went out, maybe you took a look at the street life and finished your little trip at Durban’s, where you parked Einarsson’s car on the pavement and rang the bell at exactly eight o’clock. Two short rings, wasn’t it?’
Silence.
‘You paid, and demanded the goods you’d paid for. And after that’ – Sejer nodded slightly and stared at him – ‘you began to argue with her.’
Sejer had lowered his voice, Ahron had lowered his head. As if he had something interesting lying in his lap.
‘You’ve got a dangerous streak, Mr Ahron. Before you knew what had happened, you’d killed her. You raced back to the pub, hoping it would serve as an alibi and that no one would notice that you’d actually been away for a time. And then you began to drink.’
Ahron shook his head disparagingly.
‘Through the haze of alcohol you realised just what you’d done. You made a clean breast of it to Einarsson. You thought he might be able to help you with an alibi. He was a friend, after all. You boys looked out for one another. And it had been an accident, hadn’t it? You were just some poor devil who was having a bad time, and of course Egil would understand, so you took the chance and told him. He was sober as well, perhaps the only one of the group who was, he would have been believed.’
Ahron missed the ashtray, probably on purpose.
‘But then, clearly, things got on top of you. You were foolish, you made a real spectacle of yourself. Late at night the landlord contacted us and requested you be taken in drunk and disorderly. Einarsson followed you in his car. Perhaps he was scared you’d talk while you were in the van, or in the cells. He wasn’t only trying to save you from the holding cells, but also from a murder conviction. And the amazing thing was, he managed it! It probably didn’t strike you just how incredible this was until the next day, but then I imagine you shuddered at the thought of just what a close call it had been.’
Ahron lit another cigarette.
‘It must have been strange for you when Einarsson vanished. Have you thought at all about why he died? I mean, really thought it through. It was actually a genuine misunderstanding, just as you said.’
Ahron gathered himself and lay back in his chair.
‘And then you began to visit Jorun. You knew that we were questioning her. Perhaps you were frightened that Egil had managed to talk?’
‘You’ve obviously been working on this tale a long time.’
‘But listen to this. I just happen to have an interesting piece of news for you. You were seen. A witness saw you, and by that I don’t mean saw you as you left the scene of the crime in Einarsson’s Opel. A witness saw you kill Maja Durban.’
This statement was so extraordinary that it made Ahron smile.
‘Sometimes people are frightened to come forward. Sometimes they have good reasons for not doing so, so it took some time. But she came in the end. She was sitting on a stool in the adjoining room and was looking at you through the door that was open a crack. She’s just made a statement.’
Peddik’s eyes wavered slightly, then he smiled again.
‘Quite a claim, isn’t it?’ continued Sejer. ‘I agree. But you see, this time it isn’t a bluff. You killed her, and you were seen. It was a gross and total
ly unnecessary murder. Totally unfair. She was a woman’ – Sejer got up from his chair and took a few paces – ‘and a small woman at that, with only a fraction of your musculature. According to the pathologist’s report she was one metre fifty-five tall and weighed fifty-four kilos. She was naked. You were sitting over her. In other words’ – he lowered himself into his chair again – ‘she was utterly defenceless.’
‘She wasn’t fucking defenceless, she had a knife!’
His shout reverberated round the room, then there came a sob.
Ahron hid his face in his hands and attempted to keep his body calm. It had begun to shake violently. ‘I want that solicitor now!’
‘He’s on his way, he’s on his way.’
‘Right this bloody moment!’
Sejer leant over to the cassette player and switched on the tape. The voice of Eva Magnus was crisp and clear, even slightly monotonous, she’d been tired by that time, but there could be no mistaking her.
‘“You tarts are fucking greedy. I’ve laid out a thousand for a five-minute job, d’you know how long it takes me to earn that much at the brewery?”’
‘Now perhaps you see why Egil died? You looked quite similar. Easy to make a mistake in that dim light.’
‘The solicitor!’ he cried hoarsely.
Chapter 35
JAN HENRY WAS skulking in the garage. He was struggling to turn up the legs of his mechanic’s suit, and when he’d finished, he tried to look at himself in an old, cracked windowpane that was leaning against the wall.
Emma Magnus was in her father’s guest room where she had her bed, looking about with a bewildered expression. ‘I’d rather sleep with you two,’ she wheedled.
‘There wouldn’t be room for your bed in there,’ her father said miserably.
‘I could sleep in the bed with both of you,’ she sniffed. ‘I don’t mind lying in the gap.’
Markus Larsgård was taken to hospital in an ambulance. The crew looked quickly through his house, in case there was a dog or cat that was in danger of being shut in. They looked in every room, even in the cellar, which only contained a load of old junk, a broken washing machine, rotten apples and a clutch of old paint tins.
Eva Magnus had pulled the blanket over her head. Beneath the blanket it was dark, and quite soon it got hot. Nothing was happening inside her head.
Karlsen and Sejer strolled down the corridor in silence. They continued into the rear lot where the cars were parked. Karlsen aimed for a Ford Mondeo.
‘What will Magnus be sent down for, d’you think?’ He glanced at Sejer.
‘Culpable homicide, I’m afraid.’
Sejer sighed heavily. He felt a knot in his stomach. Children got up to some funny things, they forgot about time, they had no sense of responsibility and anything was possible. Nothing untoward might have happened, it was probably just a small incident. That was what they were hoping, as they walked towards the car. But instinctively, as if at some given signal, they both quickened their steps.
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