‘That’s why we have “Sjätte November”, Gustav Adolf’s Day,’ put in Anita. ‘Commemorates his death.’
‘He created a Swedish empire and heralded a golden age. One that Dag Wollstad looks back on fondly.’
‘I saw the portrait at his place,’ said Anita.
‘Gustav Adolf has cropped up everywhere. Serneholt has a painting of him, too, and the bishop made a pointed reference to him in his speech, which we believe now, thanks to you, was filmed at Serneholt’s.’
‘I’ve just thought,’ interrupted Anita. ‘There’s another Gustav Adolf reference. It was staring me in the face all along. Olofsson’s briefcase. The combination was 061132. It didn’t occur to me before but, as you say, that’s the date that Gustav Adolf died in battle.’
‘And we found an empty folder on Tommy Ekman’s computer entitled “Sjätte November”.
‘There’s something I must get. Something I found on Ingvar Serneholt’s computer.’ Hakim hurried out of the room.
‘He’s keen,’ Nordlund remarked.
‘I wish I could tap into his enthusiasm. Mine’s run out.’
‘This case will reignite it.’ Nordlund gave her paternal pat on the shoulder.
When Hakim came back into the room five minutes later, he had a piece of paper in his hand.
‘I only came across this before the meeting. Didn’t mean anything until you mentioned “Sjätte November”. It might be nothing, but it was in a file just sitting on his desktop.’
‘It has the same name as Ekman’s file,’ noted Nordlund.
Hakim laid the sheet of paper on the table, and Anita and Nordlund leant over to look at it more carefully.
Sjätte November Gruppen – April 16th
DW
AG
IS
MO
LP
TE
‘Is this all?’ Anita asked.
‘Yeah, I clicked on “details” and it was last opened the day before, on April 15th this year. It wasn’t hidden or anything.
Nordlund pointed to the IS. ‘As it’s on his computer, I assume that that stands for Ingvar Serneholt himself.
‘There’s MO. Martin Olofsson?’ Anita felt that there was something hugely significant in front of them.
‘TE at the bottom,’ said Hakim. ‘Tommy Ekman?’
‘That could be all three of our victims.’ Now Anita’s old enthusiasm was starting to stir. The feeling was almost physical. Her eyes were shining.
‘AG? LP? Mean anything?’ Nordlund asked.
‘No. But DW might.’
Nordlund was already there. His mirthless smile at Anita said it all. ‘If that’s Dag Wollstad, the chief inspector isn’t going to like it. What’s more, Dag Wollstad might well be the next intended victim if our killer is working off a similar list.’
‘But what on earth is “Sjätte November Gruppen”?’ Anita wondered aloud. ‘And why would someone want to kill the people in it?’
CHAPTER 31
It was mid-afternoon, and Anita was beginning to feel tired as she headed along the side of the canal. She had been awake since the early hours and so much had happened since. She had decided, with Nordlund’s approval, that they would try and do some more background checks before they presented their information to Moberg. They had to be pretty sure of their ground, because he was unlikely to be receptive to anything that involved Dag Wollstad. But now there was the possibility that the industrialist might be a possible target. And who were the other two people on the list? Maybe they were targets too. Her first port of call was going to be Stig Gabrielsson. He was a short cut to finding out more about Serneholt. Gabrielsson certainly knew Serneholt, and he might have information that wasn’t generally known about the playboy art collector. They disliked each other enough for Gabrielsson to have some dirt on his rival. And she also wanted to ask Gabrielsson a question that she had forgotten to put to him before – where had he got the fake Pelle Munk painting from?
When she arrived at Gabrielsson’s gallery, the assistant was locking up. This seemed odd, as it was only around three on a Friday afternoon.
‘You’re finishing early,’ Anita remarked.
The assistant almost jumped when she heard Anita’s voice. The glacial poise had melted away.
‘Stig’s instructions.’
‘And where is the delightful Stig?’
‘I don’t know.’ The woman was flustered.
‘You don’t know. So how do you know what his instructions are?’
The assistant dropped the gallery keys on the floor. She hurriedly retrieved them and stuffed them into her bag.
‘He told me before he left.’
‘Left for where?’
‘I’ve said I don’t know. That’s the truth. He said I was to close up early on Friday and keep the gallery closed until he returned.’
‘And when will that be?’
‘He didn’t say.’
‘So when did he tell you about closing the gallery?’
‘Two days ago. Right after your visit here. Whatever you said to him, he was really shaken. He was all over the place for a while. Then he suddenly announced he had to make another trip abroad. I asked him where, but he said he’d be out of contact for a few days. Then he left his instructions and off he went. He didn’t want to hang around.’
This was a surprise. Anita couldn’t understand Gabrielsson doing a runner. Why? He wasn’t a suspect, thanks to his alibi. Yet his behaviour made him appear guilty.
‘What’s your name?’
‘Inga.’
‘Inga, get your keys out and unlock the door. I want a look around.’
‘I’ll ask you again. What did you vote in the last election?’
Nilsson turned to his lawyer.
‘My client has already said that he voted for the Moderate Party.’
‘I think Fredrik Reinfeldt is doing a good job and deserved a second term,’ added Nilsson to justify the reason for his choice. ‘And Anders Borg seems to have a firm grip on the country’s financial situation, despite these difficult times for Europe.’
Trust a bloody accountant to bring up the Finance Minister. How could you take a senior politician with a ponytail seriously? Westermark thought that this line of questioning was an utter waste of time. But Moberg had told him in no uncertain terms that this is what he must do. It was all because that crazy bitch Sundström and old man Nordlund had come up with some cockeyed idea that there was possibly a political angle to the killings. He hated politics at the best of times and had never bothered to vote. Anyone standing for the “Rise in Salary for Public Servants” party may have conquered his apathy. Money played a big part in Westermark’s raison d’être. His lifestyle wasn’t easy to finance on his existing wages and he always had an eye on the next rung on the ladder, even if it meant pushing someone else off in order to reach it. Yet pissing around asking tomfool questions wasn’t going to lead to greater things. He had been the one to connect Ekman and Olofsson. Though he was convinced their murders were linked, he had been having doubts about Nilsson’s involvement. What he didn’t want was Anita Sundström charging in with a totally new connection between the crimes – and bringing in the Serneholt affair too. There was no way that he would let her steal his thunder. And if the cow hadn’t kept the bishop’s DVD from him, he could have scuttled this stupid right-wing idea before it was even floated. Now Moberg had to pay lip service to it to cover his back, though he agreed with the boss that they were clutching at straws. Also, like the chief inspector, he thought that the Serneholt murder was a totally separate business, and was plainly to do with those god-awful paintings.
‘So, you swing to the right?’ he asked wearily
‘I would say more a liberal conservative.’ Nilsson sounded more like his old confident self. He was on safer ground.
‘But you sympathize with the Sweden Democrats?’
‘I do not, Inspector. They’re so far to the right that they wouldn’t have let Milena Tad
ić into the country.’
‘Right, so what about Tommy Ekman? What were his views on immigrants or Jews or whatever?’
Nilsson ran a hand through his non-existent hair. ‘I don’t think we ever really discussed politics or immigration issues. He once made a very off-colour joke about a Norwegian.’
‘We all do that.’
This was hopeless. The interview was only making him hate Anita Sundström even more. He had felt humiliated when she had walked away from the bar the night before. He had been so sure that he had ensnared her, only to see her wriggle free. Did he believe her story? He did remember the discussion about Strachan and Roslyn and a girl falling off some tower in England during the Lovgren investigation. Yet he was sure that she still loved the bastard. Maybe he would look into the tower story. Could Strachan be guilty of a second murder? The thought cheered him up.
‘Interview terminated 4.37.’
Anita returned to the office, somewhat perplexed. The search of Gabrielsson’s gallery hadn’t yielded any new information, other than that he had a lot of scalpels. There was no sign of the fake Pelle Munk painting and Inga said that she knew nothing about it. According to her, they hadn’t had a Munk painting in the gallery for a couple of years. Yet Gabrielsson had disappeared within hours of her informing him of Serneholt’s murder. She had to admit that he had appeared shaken by the news when she delivered it. What did he know that made him so frightened?
Nordlund and Hakim had been busy on the phones, but had little to report. Nordlund had spoken to an old journalistic contact on Sydsvenskan who knew nothing of anything called “The November 6th Group”. He had also spoken to Stockholm, and they had no such group on their radar either. The trouble was that they needed someone who was on the list that was still alive. Moberg wouldn’t countenance them approaching Dag Wollsad without a cast-iron reason. Maybe they were barking up the wrong tree. The initials, other than Ingvar Serneholt’s, might belong to other people entirely. The only nugget of information they had dug up that afternoon was the whereabouts of Bishop Green. He was safely back in Argentina.
There seemed nothing more to be achieved, and they decided that they would come in on Saturday morning and have a recap session and tackle Moberg on Monday.
Klara Wallen got back into her car. She was looking forward to tonight. She was going on a night out with some the other girls from the polishus. “Girls” was a misnomer - more women of a “certain age”. A meal, a couple of bars and maybe a club, if she didn’t have to come in first thing in the morning. She had mentioned it to Anita, but she never came out with them these days. Anita could be fun when she let her hair down. They had shared some good nights out in the past. But Anita had changed. Wallen knew that she was having counselling because of the Roslyn shooting, and understood her reticence to mix socially with the other women at headquarters. Wallen admired Anita. Especially the way she seemed able to hold her own in the presence of Moberg and Westermark. Anita had an inner strength that she didn’t possess. It was always Anita she turned to when the strain got too much. Anita had comforted her a number of times when she had retreated into the toilets in tears. Strangely, she wasn’t sure whether she really liked her. But as a colleague, she was supportive. Wallen dreaded having to work too closely with Moberg or Westermark. She had been relieved when she had been assigned to the task of trying to find witnesses on the night of the Serneholt murder. The team’s first house-to-house – more like mansion-to-mansion – had been unsuccessful. She had had to repeat the process because there had been a couple of houses where there had been no reply when they called the first time. She was glad she had come back. Persistence often paid off.
Wallen flicked through her mobile address list and found Anita’s number. She called.
‘Hi, Anita. Klara here. I’ve just spoken to someone who says he saw a jogger here a couple of times. The last time was on the night of the murder, about eleven. The light wasn’t good and the jogger had his hood up so he couldn’t describe him. But the witness said the jogger definitely had a small backpack. Black, he thought. Given the height and build, and the backpack, he could be the same one that was reported around Olofsson’s. Oh, and one odd thing. The jogger wore gloves. My witness thought it strange on a warm evening.’
CHAPTER 32
The Saturday morning meeting, involving Anita, Nordlund, Hakim and a hung-over Wallen, was a rehearsal for putting the case across to Moberg on Monday. They felt there were definite connections between all three murders, and they had to be convincing. Firstly, there were the Gustav Adolf associations. Their main piece of evidence was now Serneholt’s list with the initials. Moberg hadn’t seen this, so it was important that he wasn’t given the opportunity to dismiss it. It was the only concrete thing they had that appeared to link Ekman, Olofsson and Serneholt – and possibly Dag Wollstad. The nagging doubt was that the initials may not belong to the people they had in mind. They needed corroboration. Wollstad couldn’t be approached at the moment, so who were the other two – AG and LP? And of course, the list may be no big deal - it could just be some rich man’s club and nothing suspicious at all. But, if they were right, then three of them were dead and that’s got to be more than coincidence.
‘What we need to try and establish is what the four men we think we know are on the list were doing on day of the meeting, April 16th,’ suggested Anita. ‘What day in the week was that?’
‘Saturday,’ said Hakim.
‘That’ll be harder because their movements are unlikely to be in their business diaries. At least we can check and confirm whether they could have been together or not on that day.’
Then there was Nordlund’s theory that the murders could have been politically motivated – the methods used fitted in with Nazi concentration camp killings. Certainly the first two – Serneholt’s was far more tenuous. The problem with this angle was whether the three murdered men followed far right-wing ideologies. The Bishop Green DVD was filmed at Serneholt’s and turned up in Olofsson’s briefcase. That would indicate that both men shared the bishop’s views. Yet Anita’s talk with Olofsson’s neighbour at Vik made plain that Carolina Olofsson was an ardent Social Democrat and that Martin wasn’t really into politics. Westermark had reported back that Nilsson had no idea about Ekman’s political views. Information gleaned before Nilsson was released. Prosecutor Blom reckoned they hadn’t enough to hold him any longer for the murders, though it seemed likely that charges would eventually be brought for embezzlement. Moberg had not been a happy man.
‘What do we know about Serneholt’s views?’
‘I’ve done some digging into the family history, and there’s a strong German wartime link,’ said Hakim.
‘Fire away.’
Hakim produced some pages he had run off the internet, and other notes that he had assembled into a neat file. He was certainly thorough.
‘The money he inherited came mainly from his mother. Ingvar Serneholt’s father worked for Swedish Match and ended high up in the company by the time he retired.’ Hakim glanced up from his notes. ‘You probably know all about Ivar Kreuger’s matchmaking empire?’
Though Anita did, she wanted to allow Hakim the chance of explaining his findings without interruption.
‘Fill us in.’
‘To cut a long story short, by 1924 his companies were producing 70% of the world’s matches. There were factories in thirty-four countries. Kreuger became so rich that he was giving loans to prop up entire national economies. In gratitude, countries would grant him match monopolies in return. Eventually, it turned out that he was cooking the books and was found out by the Wall Street Crash. After a last failed throw of the dice, he shot himself in a Paris hotel in 1932. Though his empire collapsed, Swedish Match still had factories and monopolies all over the world, but especially in places like Eastern Europe.’
Hakim shuffled his papers before continuing.
‘The company was taken over by the Wallenberg family. Then the Second World War came along and
the Germans marched through Europe. Thanks to Kreuger’s monopoly contracts, Swedish Match had exclusive rights to produce and sell matches in Germany, Poland, Romania, Hungary, Yugoslavia and the three Baltic States. Suddenly they were all under German occupation or were on Germany’s side. Swedish Match stood to lose a fortune if the Germans decided to confiscate their holdings or alter the terms of the monopoly agreements. In the early 1940s, the agreement with Poland was worth twenty-nine million dollars alone. Fortunately for Swedish Match, the Germans allowed the agreements to remain intact. That is until the arrest of the “Warsaw Swedes”.
‘I’ve heard of them,’ said Nordlund, who was engrossed in Hakim’s research.
‘Well, I haven’t,’ announced Anita. ‘Please enlighten us.’ She gave Hakim an encouraging nod.
‘Obviously there were a number of Swedes working in the occupied territories. A group of seven Swedish businessmen in Warsaw joined the Polish underground and became the vital link with the Polish government in exile in London. Some of the seven were Swedish Match employees. They were betrayed and arrested by the Gestapo in 1942. The businessmen’s activities put Swedish Match’s European commercial interests in serious jeopardy. The seven appeared before the German High Court in 1943 and four were sentenced to death. A fifth was given life imprisonment, while the other two were acquitted but remained in custody.’
‘It’s fascinating, Hakim,’ Anita interrupted, ‘but what’s the relevance to Ingvar Serneholt?’
Hakim raised his hand in annoyance. ‘I was just coming to that. The Germans didn’t carry out the sentences, but used the “Warsaw Swedes” as bargaining chips. The SS negotiated directly with Swedish Match. Serneholt’s father was part of that team because he was a director of operations in Nazi Germany at the time. He dealt with Walter Schellenberg, Himmler’s Chief of Intelligence and was the go-between with the Nazis and the Wallenberg family. After the war, he ended up marrying a wealthy woman with a Wallenberg connection. Anyhow, it’s believed that these negotiations led to various Swedish concessions, such as the export of ball bearings, which helped the German war effort. Used in tanks and other weapons and machinery. Later, as the war went against the Nazis, Himmler used the neutral Swedish connection to try and broker a peace deal with the Allies. These allegations are unproven, but the men in Gestapo custody were released over a couple of years.’ Hakim paused. ‘That’s it.’
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