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course,’ said Elsy happily, devouring the rows of books with her eyes. She loved to read. Frans didn’t take his eyes off her for even a second.

      ‘Books are a waste of time,’ said Britta. ‘It’s much better to experience things yourself rather than just reading about other people’s experiences. Don’t you agree, Frans?’ She sat down in the chair next to him, tilting her head to look into his eyes.

      ‘One doesn’t necessarily have to exclude the other,’ he said gruffly but without meeting her gaze. He was still staring at Elsy. A furrow appeared on Britta’s forehead, and she jumped up from the chair.

      ‘Are any of you going to the dance on Saturday?’ She took a few dance steps across the floor.

      ‘I don’t think Mamma and Pappa will let me go,’ said Elsy in a low voice, still engrossed in the books.

      ‘Who do you think will be there?’ said Britta, dancing some more. She tried to pull Frans to his feet, but he resisted and managed to stay seated in the armchair.

      ‘Stop fooling around.’ His tone of voice was brusque, but then he couldn’t help laughing. ‘Britta, you’re crazy, do you know that?’

      ‘Don’t you like crazy girls? If not, I can be serious too.’ She put on a stern expression. ‘Or happy.’ She laughed so loud that the sound echoed off the walls.

      ‘Shhh,’ said Erik, glancing up at the ceiling.

      ‘Or I can be very quiet,’ whispered Britta melodramatically, and Frans laughed again, pulling her down on to his lap.

      ‘Crazy will do just fine.’

      A voice from the doorway interrupted them.

      ‘What a ruckus you’re making.’ There stood Axel, leaning against the door jamb and smiling tiredly.

      ‘Sorry, we didn’t mean to wake you.’ Erik’s voice was brimming with the awe that he felt towards his brother, but he also looked worried.

      ‘It doesn’t matter, Erik. I can take a nap later.’ Axel folded his arms and said, ‘So, looks like you’re taking advantage of our parents going out to visit the Axelssons by having a few ladies over.’

      ‘Er, I don’t know if I’d call it that,’ muttered Erik.

      Frans laughed, still with Britta perched on his lap. ‘Do you see ladies anywhere? There isn’t a lady in sight. Just two saucy little girls.’

      ‘Shut up, why don’t you!’ Britta punched Frans in the chest. She did not look amused.

      ‘And Elsy is so busy looking at the books that she hasn’t even said hello.’

      Elsy turned around, embarrassed. ‘I’m sorry. Hello, Axel.’

      ‘I was just kidding you. Go back to the books. Did Erik tell you that you could borrow some if you like?’

      ‘Yes, he did.’ Still blushing, she quickly turned her attention back to the bookshelves.

      ‘How’d it go yesterday?’ Erik was looking at his brother as if hungry for every word.

      Axel’s cheerful, open expression shut down at once. ‘Fine,’ he said curtly. ‘It went fine.’ Then he turned on his heel. ‘I’m going to lie down again for a while. Please try to keep the noise level to a minimum, okay?’

      Erik watched his brother go. Besides the awe and pride that he felt, there was also a certain amount of envy.

      But Frans was filled with nothing but admiration. ‘Your brother is so courageous … I wish I could help too. If only I were a few years older.’

      ‘And what would you do then?’ asked Britta, still sulking because he’d ridiculed her in front of Axel. ‘You’d never dare. And what would your father say? From what I’ve heard, it’s the Germans he’d rather lend a helping hand to.’

      ‘Cut it out,’ said Frans crossly, shoving Britta off his lap. ‘People say so many things. I didn’t think you listened to crap like that.’

      Erik, who always played the role of mediator in the group, abruptly stood up and said, ‘We can listen to my father’s records for a while, if you want. He has Count Basie.’

      He hurried over to the gramophone to put on the record. He didn’t like it when people argued. He really didn’t.

       CHAPTER 7

      She’d always loved airports: the planes landing and taking off, the travellers with eyes full of anticipation as they set off on holiday or on a business trip, and all the coming and going, with people reuniting or saying their farewells. She remembered an airport from a long, long time ago. The crush of people, the smells, the colours, the hum of voices. The tension that she sensed rather than saw in her mother’s face and the way she held Paula’s hand in a tight grip. The suitcase that she’d packed and repacked and then packed again. Everything had to be right, because this was going to be a trip with no return. She remembered too the heat, and then the chill when they arrived. She would never have believed it possible to be so cold. And the airport where they landed was different. Quieter, with cold grey paint. No one spoke loudly, no one waved their hands around. Everybody seemed locked inside their own little bubbles. No one looked them in the eye. Their documents were stamped and then they were sent on their way by a strange-sounding voice in a strange-sounding language. And her mother had kept a tight grip on her hand the whole time.

      ‘Is that him?’ Martin pointed at a man in his eighties who had just exited the passport control area. He was tall, with grey hair, and he wore a beige trench coat. Very stylish, thought Paula immediately.

      ‘Let’s find out.’ She led the way. ‘Axel Frankel?’

      The man nodded. ‘You’re from the police? I thought I was supposed to come and see you at the station.’ He looked tired.

      ‘We thought we might as well come out here to meet you.’ Martin gave him a friendly nod, introducing himself and his colleague.

      ‘I see. Well, in that case, I thank you for offering to give me a lift. I usually have to make do with public transport, so this will be a treat.’

      ‘Do you have a suitcase?’ Paula cast a glance at the luggage belt.

      ‘No, no, this is all I brought.’ He gestured towards the carry-on bag he was pulling behind him. ‘I always travel light.’

      ‘An art I’ve never mastered,’ said Paula with a laugh. The weariness on the man’s face vanished for a moment as he laughed too.

      They chatted about the weather until they all got into the car and Martin began driving towards Fjällbacka.

      ‘Have you … have you found out anything more?’ Axel’s voice quavered and he had to stop talking in order to pull himself together.

      Paula, who was sitting next to him on the back seat, shook her head. ‘No, unfortunately. We were hoping that you could help us. For example, we need to know whether your brother had any enemies. Is there anyone who might have wanted to harm him?’

      Axel shook his head. ‘No, no, not really. My brother was the most peaceful and placid man, and … no, it’s absurd to think that anyone would want to harm Erik.’

      ‘What do you know about his involvement with a group called Sweden’s Friends?’ Martin tossed out the question from his place in the driver’s seat, meeting Axel’s eyes in the rear-view mirror.

      ‘So you’ve gone through Erik’s correspondence with Frans Ringholm.’ Axel rubbed the bridge of his nose before he said anything more. Paula and Martin waited patiently.

      ‘It’s a complicated story that started a

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