She closes her eyes and thinks about what Nils hlen told her. When Joona and his partner Samuel Mendel caught Jurek Walter many years ago, Jurek announced his plan for revenge before he was isolated in the secure unit at the Lwenstrmska Hospital. Samuel thought it was an empty threat, but somehow Jurek managed to reach out from his cell and s.n.a.t.c.h Samuel's wife and two sons.

Joona realised the threat was serious. With Nils hlen's help, he arranged for his wife and little daughter to die in a car accident. Summa and Lumi were given new ident.i.ties and had no further contact with Joona. As long as Jurek was alive, there was a risk that his threat might be put into practice. In hindsight, Joona saved them from a terrible death by sacrificing their life together.

But Saga can rea.s.sure Joona now. She's going to find him and rea.s.sure him. Jurek Walter is dead, his remains have been found and identified.

At the thought of that, an almost erotic shiver runs through her body. She leans back in her seat, shuts her eyes, and falls asleep.

For the first time in ages, she sleeps properly.

When she wakes up the train is standing still and chill morning air is streaming into the carriage. She sits up and sees that she is now in Boden. She has been asleep for almost ten hours, and needs to change trains for the last part of the journey to Nattavaara.

She stretches, puts her boots on, tucks her gun in its holster, picks up her jacket and gets off the train. She buys a large cup of coffee at the station, then returns to the platform. She watches a group of young men in military fatigues and green berets getting on to a train heading in the other direction.

Someone has smeared chewing tobacco on the gla.s.s of the station clock.

A black locomotive with red undercarriage approaches with a squeal of brakes. Rubbish blows across the sleepers. The train stops and wheezes slowly at the deserted platform. Saga is the only person who gets on the train to Gllivare, and she has the carriage to herself.

The journey to Nattavaara is supposed to take less than an hour. Saga drinks her coffee, goes to the toilet, washes her face, then sits in her seat and watches the landscape go past, vast stretches of forest with the occasional red cottage.

Her plan is to go to the village shop or parish hall and ask about people who have moved in recently there can hardly be that many.

It's almost eleven o'clock in the morning when Saga Bauer steps on to the platform. The station is little more than a shack with a sign on its roof. In the weeds in front of the shack is a bench with peeling paint and rusting armrests.

Saga starts to walk along the road through the dark green, whispering forest. There's no sign of anyone, but occasionally she hears dogs barking.

The road surface is uneven and cracked from frost.

She carries on, over a bridge that stretches across the valley of the Pikku Venetjoki, then she hears the sound of an engine behind her. An old Volkswagen pickup is heading towards her, and she waves her arms to stop it.

A suntanned man in his seventies, wearing a grey sweater, winds down his window and nods in greeting. Beside him sits a woman the same age, in a padded green jerkin and pink-framed gla.s.ses.

'h.e.l.lo,' Saga says. 'Do you live in Nattavaara?'

'We're just pa.s.sing through,' he replies.

'We're from Sarvisvaara ... another metropolis,' the woman says.

'Do you know where the grocery store is?'

'It closed last year,' the old man says, picking at the wheel. 'But we've got a new shop now.'

'That's good,' Saga smiles.

'It's not a shop,' the old woman says.

'I call it a shop,' he mutters.

'But that's wrong,' she says. 'It's a service point.'

'Then I'd better stop doing my shopping there,' he sighs.

'Where's the service point?' Saga asks.

'In the same building as the old shop,' the woman replies with a wink. 'Jump up on the back.'

'She's hardly a high-jumper,' the man retorts.

Saga climbs up on to the wheel, grabs hold of the edge of the pickup and swings herself over, then sits down with her back tothe cab.

During the drive she hears the old couple carry on arguing, to the point where the pickup almost drives into the ditch. The b.u.mper thuds and grit flies up under the vehicle, which is surrounded by a cloud of dust.

They drive into the village and stop in front of a large, red building with a sign for ice creams outside, along with symbols showing that the shop acts as an agent for the Post Office, the National Lottery, as well as a pickup point for prescriptions and supplies from the state-owned alcohol monopoly.

Saga clambers down, thanks the pair for the lift, and goes up the steps. A little bell on the door rings as she walks in.

She finds a bag of dill-flavoured crisps, then goes over to the young man at the counter.

'I'm looking for a friend who moved here just over a year ago,' she says without further elaboration.

'Here?' he asks, then looks at her for a while before lowering his eyes.

'A tall man ... with his wife and daughter.'

'Ah,' he says, blushing.

'Do they still live here?'

'Just follow the Lompolovaara road,' he says, pointing. 'Up to the bend at Silmjrvi ...'

Saga leaves the shop and heads in the direction he indicated. Tractor-tyres have furrowed the ground and the verge is virtually non-existent. There's a beer can in the gra.s.s. The wind in the trees sounds like a distant sea.

She eats some of the crisps as she walks, then puts the rest in her bag and wipes her hands on her trousers.

Saga has walked six kilometres by the time she sees a rust-red house at a point where the road bends round a broad tarn. There's no car in sight, but there's smoke coming out of the chimney. The garden around the house consists of tall meadow gra.s.s.

She stops and hears the insects in the ditch.

A man comes out of the house. She watches his figure move through the trees.

It's Joona Linna.

It's him, but he's lost weight, and he's leaning on a stick. He's got a curly blond beard and strands of hair are sticking out from his black woolly hat.

Saga walks towards him. The grit crunches beneath her boots.

She sees Joona stop beside a woodshed, lean his stick against the wall, pick up an axe and split a large log, then he picks up another one and splits that, then rests for a moment before picking up the pieces and carries on chopping.

She doesn't call out because she knows he's already seen her, probably long before she saw him.

He's wearing a moss-green fleece beneath an aviator's jacket made of coa.r.s.e leather. The folds have cracked and the sheepskin lining of the collar has turned yellow.

She walks over and stops five metres away from him. He stretches his back, turns round and looks at her with eyes as grey as pale fire.

'You shouldn't have come,' he says quietly.

'Jurek's dead,' she says breathlessly.

'Yes,' he replies, and goes on chopping.

He picks up a new log and places it on the chopping block.

'I found his body,' Saga says.

His swing goes wrong, the axe catches and he loses his grip. He stands for a while with his head lowered. Saga looks down into the large wood-basket and sees that there's a sawn-off shotgun taped to one side of it.

23.

Joona leads her through a dark entrance hall. He doesn't say anything, but holds a door opens and ushers her into a little kitchen with copper saucepans on the walls.

An elk-hunting rifle with telescopic sights is hanging under the windowsill, and on the floor are at least thirty boxes of ammunition.

The sun is shining through the drawn curtains. On the table is a coffee pot and two cups.

'Summa died last spring,' he explains.

'I'm so sorry,' she says quietly.

He puts the wood-basket down on the floor and slowly straightens his back. There's a faint smell of smoke in the kitchen, and she can hear the pine logs crackling behind the closed hatch of the iron stove.

'So you found the body?' he says, looking at her.

'I wouldn't have come otherwise,' she replies seriously. 'Call hlen if you want confirmation.'

'I believe you,' he says.

'Call him anyway.'

He shakes his head but doesn't say anything, then, leaning on the draining board, he makes his way to the other door, nudges it open and says something quietly into the gloom in Finnish.

'This is my daughter, Lumi,' Joona says as a girl comes into the kitchen.

'h.e.l.lo,' Saga says.

Lumi has straight brown hair, a friendly, curious smile, but her eyes are as grey as ice. She's tall and thin, dressed in a simple blue cotton shirt and a pair of faded jeans.

'Are you hungry?' Joona asks.

'Yes,' Saga replies.

'Sit yourself down.'

She sits down on a chair and Joona gets out bread, b.u.t.ter and cheese, then starts chopping tomatoes, olives and peppers. Lumi heats some water and grinds coffee beans in a manually operated mill. Saga looks at the dimly lit room behind them, and sees a sofa and a stack of books on a table. Hanging from a drip-stand is a night-vision sight and a mount allowing it to be attached to a rifle for nocturnal hunting.

'Where was he?' Joona asks.

'He drifted ash.o.r.e on Hgmars,' Saga replies.

'Who?' Lumi asks, glancing at the control panel for some twenty motion detectors that's attached to the wall beneath the spice-rack.

'Jurek Walter,' Joona says, cracking twelve eggs into the frying pan.

'I've found his body,' Saga says.

'So he's dead?' she asks lightly.

'Lumi, can you take over for a minute?' Joona says, then leaves the kitchen.

His heavy steps echo through the hall, then the front door closes. Lumi gets some dried basil and rubs it between her palms.

'Dad says he had to leave me and Mum,' Lumi says, trying to keep her voice steady. 'He says Jurek Walter would have killed us if we'd had any contact with him at all.'

'He did the right thing, he saved your lives, there was no other way,' Saga says.

Lumi nods and turns towards the stove. A few tears drip on to the black metal range in front of her.

Lumi wipes her face, lowers the heat, and then carefully turns the omelette with a spatula.

Through the closed curtains Saga can see Joona standing out on the road with a phone pressed to his ear. She knows he's talking to Nils hlen. He's frowning, and his jaw muscles are tense.

Lumi turns the stove off and lays the table as she looks at Saga curiously.

'I know you're not going out with Dad,' the girl says after a while. 'He's told me about Disa.'

'We used to work together.' Saga smiles.

'You don't look like a police officer,' the girl says.

'Security Police,' Saga says curtly.

'You don't look like one of them either,' she laughs, sitting down opposite Saga. 'But if you say you're from the Security Police, then you must be Saga Bauer.'