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says Erik.
“This is private property,” the man shouts in a shrill voice.
The dog begins to bark behind the closed front door. Erik keeps walking. A yellow sports car is parked in the drive. It has only two seats, and the boot is obviously too small to accommodate Benjamin.
“Is that your Porsche?”
“Yes.”
“Is it your only car?”
“Why do you want to know that?”
“My son has disappeared,” Erik says.
“It’s my only car,” the man says. “All right?”
Erik writes down the number.
“I’d like you to leave now.”
“Sure,” says Erik, heading for the gate.
He stands out in the road in the darkness for a while, looking at the haunted house, before returning to his car. He takes out the little wooden box with the parrot and the native, shakes a number of small tablets into the palm of his hand, counts them with his thumb, round and smooth, and then tips them into his mouth.
After a brief hesitation, he dials Simone’s number. It rings and rings, each purring tone a serrated gash in the silence between them. She’s probably at Kennet’s, eating salami sandwiches with pickled gherkins. Erik pictures their apartment in the darkness, the hallway with their coats and winter gear, the candle sconces on the wall, the kitchen with its oak table and chairs. The mail is lying on the doormat, a pile of newspapers, bills, and advertising circulars encased in plastic. When the tone sounds, he does not leave a message but simply ends the call and begins driving toward Stockholm.
He has no one to turn to, he thinks, and at the same time he sees the irony. After spending so many years researching group dynamics and collective psychotherapy, he suddenly finds himself isolated and alone, without one single person he can rely on, no one he wants to talk to. And yet it was the power of groups that drove him on in his profession. He had tried to understand why people who had survived war together found it much easier to deal with their trauma than those who had faced the same kind of outrage alone. He wanted to discover why individuals in a group who had been tortured or raped or had seen their families killed were able to heal their wounds more easily than those who had suffered alone. What is it about community that heals us? Is it reflection, channelling, the very normalization of trauma? Or is it in fact solidarity?
Under the yellow lights of the motorway he calls Joona’s cell phone.
“Joona here,” a distracted voice responds.
“Hi, it’s Erik. You haven’t found Josef Ek?”
“No.” Joona sighs.
“He seems to be following a pattern all his own.”
“I’ve said it before and I intend to keep on saying it, Erik. You ought to accept protection.”
“I have other priorities.”
“I know.” Silence. “Benjamin hasn’t been in touch again?” Joona asks.
“No.” Erik can hear a voice in the background, possibly from a television. “Kennet was going to try and trace the call.”
“Yes, I heard about that. But it can take time,” says Joona. “I don’t know if he made you any promises.”
“Not me,” says Erik.
“Simone.”
“More than likely.”
“In any case, you have to send a technician out to those particular exchanges, that particular base station.”
“But then at least they know which station it is.”
“I think they can find that out straight away,” Joona replies.
“Can you get that information for me? The base station?”
There is a brief silence. Then he hears Joona’s neutral voice.
“Why don’t you talk to Kennet?”
“I can’t get hold of him.”
Joona sighs faintly. “I’ll check it out, but don’t get your hopes up.”
“What do you mean?”
“Only that it’s probably a base station in Stockholm, and that won’t tell us anything until a technician can pin down the position.”
Erik can hear him doing something; it sounds as if he’s unscrewing the lid of a jar.
“I’m making my mother a cup of green tea,” Joona says. There is the sound of a tap running and then being turned off.
Erik holds his breath for a second. He knows Joona has to prioritise Josef Ek’s disappearance. He knows that to the police Benjamin’s case is in no way unique; a teenage boy going missing from his home is a long way from the kind of work the National CID usually does. But he has to ask; he can’t simply let it go.
“Joona, I want you to take the case of Benjamin’s abduction. I really want you to take it on.”
He stops. His jaws are aching; he’s been grinding his teeth without even realising it.
“We both know this isn’t an ordinary disappearance. He didn’t run away. He hasn’t simply forgotten to call. Someone injected Simone and Benjamin with an anaesthetic normally used in surgery. I know your priority is the hunt for Josef Ek, and I realise Benjamin is no longer your case, now that the link to Josef has disappeared, but something even worse might have happened.”
He stops again, feeling himself growing upset, and takes a moment to collect himself.
“I’ve told you about Benjamin’s illness,” he eventually manages to say. “Tomorrow he’ll need to receive an injection to help his blood coagulate. Without it, within a week the blood vessels will be under so much strain that he could be paralysed, or have a brain haemorrhage, or a bleed in the lungs if he so much as coughs.”
“He has to be found,” says Joona.
“Can’t you help me?”
Erik sits there with his plea hanging defencelessly in the air. It doesn’t matter. He would sink to his knees and beg for help. The hand holding the phone is wet and slippery with sweat.
“I can’t just take over a preliminary investigation from the Stockholm police,” says Joona.
“His name is Fredrik Stensund. He seems very nice, but he’s not going to leave his cosy warm office.”
“I’m sure they know what they’re doing.”
“Don’t lie to me,” Erik says evenly. “As far as Stensund’s concerned, Benjamin’s just another runaway.”
“I don’t think I can take the case,” Joona says heavily. “There’s nothing I can do about that. But I would like to try and help you. You need to sit down and think about who could have taken Benjamin. It could be someone whose attention you got when you were in the papers. It happens. But it could also be someone you know. If you don’t have a suspect, you have no case, nothing. You need to think, go through your life, over and over again, everyone you know, everyone Simone knows, everyone Benjamin knows. Neighbours, relatives, colleagues, patients, rivals, friends. Is there anyone who threatened you? Who threatened Benjamin? Try to remember. It could be an impulsive action, or it could have been planned for many years. Think very carefully, Erik. Then get back to me.”
Erik opens his mouth to ask Joona once again to take the case, but before he can speak he hears a click on the other end of the line. He sits there in his car watching the traffic racing along on the motorway, his eyes burning.
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