Before the Frost
- Автор: Манкелль Хеннинг
- Серия: Linda Wallander #1
- Год: 2004
- Язык: английский
- Год: The Harvill Press
- ISBN: 978-1-84343-113-8
- Переводчик: Ebba Segerberg
- Жанр: Полицейские детективы
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Somewhere inside her the sliver of anxiety was still there, gnawing away at her. But she decided that her questions would have to wait until later.
“I went to see your mother,” Linda said. “She didn’t seem particularly worried. I took that as a sign that she knew where you were. But she didn’t seem to want to tell me anything.”
“I didn’t tell her I thought I saw my dad.”
Linda thought about what Henrietta had claimed, that Anna regularly reported sightings of her father. Who is lying, or not telling the whole truth? Linda decided it wasn’t important for the moment.
“I went to see my mother yesterday,” Linda said. “I was going to surprise her, which in fact I did.”
“Was she happy?”
“Not particularly. I found her in the kitchen, stark naked, drinking vodka.”
“Is she an alcoholic?”
“That remains to be seen. I guess anyone can have a bad day.”
“You’re right,” Anna said. “Well, I need to get some sleep. Do you want me to make up the couch for you?”
“No, I’m going home,” Linda said. “Now that I know you’re back I can sleep in my own bed, even though I’ll probably have another fight with my dad first thing tomorrow morning.”
Linda got up and walked out into the hall. Anna remained in the doorway to the living room. The storm had passed.
“I didn’t tell you what happened at the end of my trip,” Anna said. “I saw someone I wasn’t expecting. This morning I was having a cup of coffee at the train station while I waited. Suddenly someone came over to my table. You’ll never guess who it was.”
“Since I’ll never guess, it must have been the fat lady.”
“Right. Her husband was standing guard over one of those huge old-fashioned trunks. It must have been full of wonderful hats all set to become the latest fashion. The fat lady was sweating and her cheeks were flushed. She leaned over to me and asked me if I had seen him. I didn’t want to disappoint her, so I said yes, I had seen him. Everything had gone well. Her eyes filled with tears, then she said, ‘May I tell my husband? We are returning to Halmstad now, and meeting a young woman who has been reunited with her father is a memory to cherish for life.’ ”
“I’ll come by tomorrow,” Linda said. “Let’s go out like we were planning a week ago.”
They agreed to meet around noon. Linda gave Anna the car keys.
“I borrowed your car when I was looking for you. I’ll fill it up for you tomorrow.”
“There’s no need to do that. You shouldn’t have to pay for being worried about me.”
Linda walked home. The storm clouds were gone but there was a light rain. The wind had died down. Linda stopped and drew in the smell of asphalt and damp earth. Everything is all right, she thought. I was wrong. Nothing has happened.
But the niggling splinter of anxiety remained. She kept thinking about what Anna had said: I saw someone I wasn’t expecting.
33
Linda woke up with a start. Her curtains were askew, letting in a ray of sunlight that reflected off the roof of a building across the street. She stretched her arm out into the light. When does the day start? she wondered. Every morning she had the feeling that she had a dream right before waking up that told her it was time: the day is about to begin.
She sat up. Anna was back. Linda held her breath for a moment to rule out the suspicion that it had all been a dream. But Anna had really been there in that funny robe with the sleeves cut off. Linda lolled back onto the bed and put her hand back in the ray of sun. Summer will be over soon, she thought. I start work in five days. Then I get a new apartment and my father and I won’t rub each other raw anymore. Soon it will be fall, and one morning there will be frost on the ground. She looked at her arm bathed in sunlight. We’re still in the time before the frost.
She got up when she heard her father rattling around in the bathroom. She couldn’t help laughing — no one else was able to make such a racket in a bathroom. It was as if he were engaged in a fierce battle with the soaps, faucets, and towels. She put on her robe and walked out into the kitchen. It was seven. Her father appeared, drying his hair.
“I’m sorry about last night,” he said.
Without waiting for an answer he walked over to her and bent his head.
“Can you tell if I’m losing my hair?”
She flicked through his wet hair.
“There’s a little spot right here.”
“Damn it. I don’t want to go bald.”
“Grandpa didn’t have much hair either. It must run in the family. You’d look like an American army officer if you cut it all off.”
“I don’t want to look like an American army officer.”
“Anna’s back.”
Wallander stopped in the middle of filling a pot of water.
“Anna Westin?”
“She’s the only Anna I know who’s been missing. Yesterday when I left I went over to her place to sleep. And there she was, just standing in her hall.”
“What had happened?”
“She had gone to Malmö and stayed in a hotel. She was looking for her dad.”
“Did she find him?”
“No. Finally she realized she had imagined the whole thing. Then she came back. That was yesterday.”
Wallander sat down.
“She spends a few days in Malmö looking for her father. She checks into a hotel and tells no one — not a friend nor her mother — where she is. Is that right?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have any reason to doubt her word?”
“Not really.”
“What does that mean? Yes or no?”
“No.”
Wallander filled the rest of the pot.
“So I was right. Nothing had happened.”
“Birgitta Medberg’s name was in her journal. As is Vigsten’s. I don’t know how much Lindman told you during your gossip session yesterday.”
“It was no gossip session. He was very thorough — I think he’s going to be the new Martinsson when it comes to making clear, concise reports. I’m going to have Anna come down to the station so she can answer a few questions for us. You can tell her that, but don’t mention Medberg, and no more independent investigating from your side, understood?”
“Now you’re starting to sound like a patronizing chief inspector,” Linda said.
He looked surprised.
“I am an inspector,” he said. “In case you didn’t know. But I don’t think I’ve ever been accused of being patronizing.”
They ate their breakfast in silence, each with a section of the Ystad Allehanda. At half past seven Wallander got up to leave, but he changed his mind and sat down again.
“You said something the other day,” he said tentatively.
Linda immediately knew what he was thinking of. It amused her to see him so embarrassed.
“You mean what I said about you needing a little action?”
“What did you really mean by that?”
“What do you think? Isn’t it self-explanatory?”
“My sex life is my business.”
“You don’t have a sex life.”
“It’s still my business.”
“Even if it’s nonexistent? Anyway, I don’t think it’s good for you to be alone. For every week that passes, you just gain more weight. All those extra pounds scream out how lonely you are — you might as well hang a sign around your neck saying ‘I need to get laid.’”
“You don’t have to raise your voice.”
“Who could possibly hear us?”