LITMIR.BIZ

       CHAPTER FIVE

      GUNNAR ÖHRN AND County Police Commissioner Carin Radler stood in front of the oval table in the police department conference room on the third floor. Gunnar glanced at the clock just as Detective Inspector Mia Bolander came into the room, almost ten minutes late for the meeting with the National Crime Squad.

      “Sorry,” she said, mumbling an inaudible explanation. She sat down at the table, avoiding Gunnar’s tired look by fixing her gaze out the window.

      He closed the door and sat down next to her.

      Around the table sat Mia, Gunnar and Carin, as well as Anneli Lindgren, Henrik Levin and technician Ola Söderström. Mia noticed one more person in the room.

      She guessed from his appearance that he was VIP brass.

      “What about Jana?” she whispered to Gunnar.

      “What about her?” he hissed back.

      “She’s not here?”

      “No.”

      “Why not? Why should we have to be here if she doesn’t have to?”

      “Because we were told to be here.”

      “But she should be here. She was in charge of the preliminary investigation in the case, unfortunately.”

      “Unfortunately?” Gunnar looked at her. “Do you want me to call her?”

      “No.”

      “Then be quiet.”

      Carin Radler cleared her throat.

      “Now that we are all here, let me introduce the commissioner of the National Crime Squad, Anders Wester.” Gesturing toward him, she continued, “He and I have had an internal conversation and I’ve called this meeting so that you will all be informed of what he has to say about the investigation that was carried out last spring.”

      “Isn’t it better for us to spend our time working on new cases rather than closed ones?” said Gunnar.

      Carin ignored him and sat down.

      Mia smiled wryly. This was going to be interesting, she thought, her eyes drifting to Anders Wester. She examined his bald head, black-rimmed glasses and blue eyes. His lips were narrow and his face seemed relatively pale. His posture was less than impressive, with stooped shoulders and feet that pointed inward.

      “Thank you,” Anders began. “As Carin said, we have already begun a discussion about the investigation you carried out last spring, and that is what I’m here to talk to you about today.”

      “Get on with it then,” said Gunnar.

      “It happens at times—” Anders straightened his shoulders a little “—that some districts attempt to lead federal murder investigations on their own, without the help of the National Crime Squad. Sometimes the outcome is good. Sometimes not so good. We have brought to Carin’s attention the mistakes that were made in last spring’s investigation.”

      The room was quiet. Everyone exchanged glances, but no one spoke.

      Then Gunnar scratched his chin and leaned forward over the table.

      “Come on, you can say it! You think we did a bad job,” he said.

      “Gunnar...” Carin said, holding up a hand to calm him.

      “A mistake was made, yes,” Anders replied.

      “A mistake?” Gunnar said. “What do you mean, a mistake?”

      “It’s called a lack of cooperation. As you know, Gunnar, our purpose is to fight serious organized crime, and in order to carry out our purpose as professionally as possible, we have to cooperate on a national level. It sounds obvious, for most...”

      “Listen. We did everything... There wasn’t any more we could do.”

      “Except contacting us earlier. Playing special ops is not recommended. Not at the county level.”

      “What should we have done, do you think?”

      “You should have brought us in much earlier, as I said.”

      “We let you take over.”

      “Yes, but even that didn’t go according to plan.”

      Gunnar chuckled.

      “And whose fault was that?”

      “Gunnar...” Carin gave him a look of warning.

      Mia stretched her legs out in front of her.

      “Correct me if I’m wrong,” Gunnar continued, “but we exposed a gang that had for many years been trafficking drugs via illegal refugee children. We captured their leader, Gavril Bolanaki, and everything was handy-dandy until you took over and started negotiating with Bolanaki.”

      “You know very well that he had important information.”

      “Oh, yes. I know that you were going to protect him in exchange for his information. Names of middlemen, pushers, places. But he never got around to revealing anything, did he?”

      “No. Exactly. What are you getting at?”

      “That your ‘protection’ didn’t work very well. Admit it. You never got any information.”

      “His case is closed. He killed himself. There wasn’t much more we could do there.”

      “Who told you he had information anyway? Bolanaki himself?”

      “I am convinced that Gavril Bolanaki would have been a resource for us,” Anders said. “But as I said, that case is closed.”

      “Exactly. That must be a tidy way of solving an investigation. Say to hell with finding answers and just end it. It’s obvious you are very competent in this kind of operation.”

      “Gunnar!”

      Carin slammed her hand down on the table.

      “Anders is claiming that we didn’t do our job,” said Gunnar. “But I disagree. We’re the ones who got Gavril Bolanaki, and I think it’s time to say it was you, Anders, who didn’t do your job because you were supposed to protect him.”

      Anders smiled.

      “That’s funny. You don’t understand what I’m saying, Gunnar. There is no ‘you’ and ‘us.’ The police are one single organization, and I hope

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