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Vicky is sitting on the white leather armchair, downloading apps onto her cell phone. Daniel comes into her room and sits down on the bed. He’s quiet for a moment as he looks out at the gray, ancient top of Mount Åreskuta and the dark clouds gathering around it.
“Did it feel wrong yesterday?” Daniel says. “I mean, just sitting and waiting in the car when we got your stuff.”
“No. I knew nobody wanted to see me,” she says, still busy with her phone.
“When I went inside the house, I saw Almira and Lu Chu playing the shut-your-eyes game,” Daniel says. “Miranda taught you that game, didn’t she?”
“Yeah,” Vicky says.
“Do you know where Miranda learned it?” Daniel asks.
Vicky nods as she reaches for the cell-phone charger.
“I use the game in therapy sometimes,” Daniel says. “It’s a game to practice trust.”
“Miranda popped some chocolate in my mouth,” Vicky says. She smiles. “Once, she drew a heart on my stomach.”
Vicky stops talking. She’s remembering her meeting with Tuula. Tuula had told her things when she met her by the lilac bushes.
“Have you told anyone about the game?” Daniel asks.
“No,” she says.
“I was just wondering.”
Vicky looks back down at her phone. She thinks about Tuula, standing in the darkness with a baseball bat in her hand. She was saying that the murderer only kills whores. Only whores need to be afraid. Typical Tuula, trying to scare her with her crazy stories. Vicky had tried to smile, but Tuula said that she’d found a pregnancy test in Miranda’s purse when she took her necklace. Yesterday, the only thing Vicky had thought about that was Miranda must have been sleeping with some guy she’d met through the All Day Living program.
Now she realizes that it has to be Daniel.
Vicky had the feeling that something was wrong when Miranda was trying to explain the game. It struck her that Miranda was only pretending that the game was fun. She was giggling and giving her chocolate, but the real reason she was doing it seemed to be to find out what Vicky knew about the game.
She remembers how unconcerned Miranda tried to look when she asked if Daniel had ever come into her room and played with her.
“Miranda didn’t say anything,” Vicky says. “She didn’t tell me anything about what you guys did in therapy.”
Vicky blushes as she realizes how everything fits together. Daniel had killed Miranda and Elisabet. The killings had nothing to do with Miranda being a whore. Daniel killed Miranda because she was pregnant.
Perhaps Miranda had told Elisabet everything.
Vicky tries to breathe calmly. She doesn’t know what she is supposed to say. She pulls at the frayed edge of her cast.
“It was—”
Daniel leans forward and takes her cell phone out of her hand.
“The therapy … It was about trusting one another,” Vicky says. She feels sure that Daniel has seen through her, that he’s aware she knows he killed Miranda and Elisabet with the hammer and tried to pin the murders on her.
“Yes, it’s an important step in therapy,” Daniel says. He’s watching her closely.
“I know,” she whispers.
“We can play the game now. You and me. Just for fun,” he says.
Vicky nods and realizes with panic that he’s already decided to kill her. He helped her avoid jail so that he could find out what she knew. He wanted to be absolutely sure that he was safe.
“Shut your eyes,” he says with a smile.
“Right now?”
“It’s a fun game.”
“But I—”
“Just do it,” he orders.
She shuts her eyes and puts her hands in front of her face. Her heart is pounding. He’s doing something. It feels as if he’s pulling the sheet off her bed beneath her.
“I have to pee,” she says.
“You’ll have a chance soon,” he says.
She sits with her hands over her face and flinches when she hears the scrape of the chair being moved. But she keeps her hands over her face.
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Elin is driving recklessly fast up the steep hill. Last spring the runoff corrugated the road, and the key ring is rattling violently in the spare-change cup by the gearshift. Tree branches slap the sides of her Jeep and the gravel beats against its underside. She brakes during a steep curve and almost skids. The tires slide over the gravel, but she shifts into neutral, comes around, and hits the gas again.
Elin is driving too quickly when she reaches the turnoff to her house. She slows down just a little, but she swings wide and scrapes the side of the Jeep against one of the gateposts, knocking off a side mirror. She hits the gas and it seems like she’s about to launch into the air as she reaches the top. The case of mineral water in the back falls over with a crash.
She brakes hard at the house and leaps from the car, leaving the engine running. She runs straight inside. The metal shutters are closed. It’s dark and she stumbles over boots in the hall as she hurries into the large living room.
“Vicky!” she yells.
Elin turns on the lights and runs up the stairs. She slips and bangs her knee, jumps back up, and rushes toward Vicky’s room. She pushes down the handle. It’s locked. Elin bangs on the door and can hear the hysteria in her voice as she screams, “Open up!”
She can’t hear anything inside. She looks through the keyhole. A chair has been overturned and shadows are jerking across the walls.
“Vicky?”
She moves back and then kicks the door. There’s a thud, but nothing happens. She kicks again. Then she runs to the room next door, but there’s no key in the lock. She runs to the next room, and there’s a key to that bedroom still in the keyhole. She grabs it and runs back, knocking over a glass sculpture, which thuds to the floor. Her hands are shaking, but she manages to get the key into the lock and throw the door open.
“Oh God!” she whispers.
Vicky is hanging from the whitewashed beam by a bed sheet made into a noose. Her mouth is open and her face has lost color, but she’s kicking her feet. She’s still alive. She’s holding on to the noose, trying to relieve the pressure on her throat.
Elin doesn’t stop to think. She runs to Vicky and lifts her as high as she can.
“Try to get loose!” she exclaims, crying, as she holds her up by her thin legs.
The girl fights with the cloth. Her body is cramping and she has to get oxygen. She’s panicking and tearing at the cloth to get the noose off.
Elin hears Vicky draw in a lungful of air. She coughs and takes another deep breath. She starts to pant and her body goes tense.
“I can’t get it off.” Vicky coughs.
Elin stands on her toes and struggles to lift Vicky higher.
“Try to climb!”
“I can’t!”
The noose tightens again and Vicky can’t get enough air. She’s jerking in panic-induced convulsions. Elin’s arms are shaking from the effort of holding her.
She won’t give up.
She tries to reach the fallen chair with her foot so she can climb on it. She can’t reach it. Vicky is covered in sweat and her body spasms. Elin tries to change her grip, but it’s too hard. Still, she lowers one of her hands just a bit so she can lift higher. Vicky uses the last of her strength to fight the noose and manages to slip it over her chin and then off her head. Coughing, she falls to the floor in a tangled heap with Elin.
Vicky’s neck has a red bruise and she’s taking quick, shallow breaths, but she is breathing. She’s alive. Elin kisses her cheek and wipes her damp hair from her face. She whispers to Vicky to keep quiet.
“It was Daniel.”
“I know,” Elin says. “The police are on the way. Stay here. I’m going to lock the door, and you must keep completely quiet.”
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Elin locks the door with Vicky inside. She’s shaking and her arms and legs are numb from the effort she?
??s just made. Her cell phone rings and she sees that she’s gotten a text message from Vicky’s cell phone.
Sorry. I can’t tell more lies. Don’t be sad. Hugs, V
Elin feels nauseated and her heart is hammering. Her thoughts are tumbling too quickly in her head. It takes her a moment to understand what’s going on. Daniel must have just sent her this message from Vicky’s cell phone. She heads downstairs to the large living room. The metal shutters are still closed throughout the house.
She catches sight of someone: Daniel. He’s at the head of the basement stairs and must have just come up from the garage. She knows that she’ll have to keep him occupied until the police arrive.
“She went through with it,” Elin says. “Vicky locked the door. I couldn’t get it open in time. I don’t understand.”
“What are you saying?” Daniel says slowly, looking at her with shining eyes.
“She’s dead. I’ve got to call someone about this.”
“That’s right,” he says.
“Daniel, I don’t get it.”
“You don’t?”
“No, I’m—”
“After killing you, Vicky went to her room and hung herself.”
“What?”
“You shouldn’t have come back so soon,” Daniel says.
Elin catches a glimpse of the ax Daniel is holding behind his back. She makes a run for the front door, but he’s right behind her. She twists to the right and pulls a chair over behind her. He trips over the chair so now she has a slight head start. She runs through the kitchen and into the hall. He’s right behind her. There is nowhere to hide. She runs into Jack’s old bedroom and locks the door behind her. She hits the button to open the metal shutters.
I’m not going to get out, she thinks. It takes too long for the shutters to open.
The motor whirs and then there’s the creaking sound as the aluminum panels start to part. Light starts to stream through the tiny holes.
Elin screams when the first ax blow hits the door. The blade goes through the wood by the lock, is turned to the side and drawn back out.
The shutters slowly rattle upward. She can see a few inches of window when the ax falls a second time.
She can’t wait in Jack’s bedroom. She stumbles into the bathroom as she hears Daniel break open the door. She can hear the wood splinter and the door being pushed aside.
She catches a glimpse of herself in the large mirror as she runs through the bathroom past the tub, the shower, the sauna, out the other door, and into Jack’s office. It’s so dark, she runs into Jack’s pedestal desk. Folders and files crash to the floor. She opens a desk drawer, dumps out pens and pencils, and gropes through them. She grabs the letter opener.
She can tell by the silence that the shutters have finished opening in the bedroom. She hears something fall into the large bathtub. Daniel is still coming after her. Elin kicks off her shoes and sneaks out the door to the hall, closing it silently behind her.
She thinks perhaps she could follow Daniel and get in the bedroom through the broken door and try to open the window.
She takes a few steps and then changes her mind and runs down the hall.
“Elin!” Daniel calls behind her.
The door to the large guest room is locked. She turns the key, but the lock sticks. She looks back and sees Daniel striding down the hall. She pulls at the door handle but it won’t budge. A shadow crosses the door and she leaps to the side.
The ax misses her head. The blade clangs into the concrete wall behind her and changes direction so fast that Daniel loses his grip on it. The ax slams to the floor.
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The lock clicks and Elin shoves the door open with her shoulder. She stumbles into the room. Daniel is right behind her and tries to grab her. She whirls around and stabs him with the letter opener. It goes into his chest, but not very far. He catches her hair and pulls her to the side and then pushes her onto the floor. She tumbles into the TV stand and a lamp crashes to the floor.
Daniel pushes his glasses up his nose and walks back to where the ax has fallen. Elin crawls beneath the large bed.
Elin is hoping that Vicky is all right. She’s beginning to hope she’ll have enough time until the police arrive.
She can see Daniel’s feet and lower legs. She wriggles to the center under the bed and curls up. She can hear him walk around the bed and then crawl on top of it. The slats beneath the mattress creak. Elin doesn’t move.
He reaches in and grabs her foot. She screams, but now he’s on his knees next to the bed and hauling her out. She tries to grab a slat to hold on to, but she can’t. He’s holding her foot with one hand and raising the ax with the other. She kicks him in the face as hard as she can with her free foot. He loses his grip on her ankle and his glasses fall off. He tips over backward and hits the bookshelf. He holds his hand over one eye and stares at her with the other.
She gets to her feet and rushes toward the door. From the corner of her eye, she can see him pick up his glasses. She runs past Jack’s bedroom and into the kitchen. Daniel’s footsteps are behind her.
All kinds of thoughts are scrambled in her mind. The police should be here at any moment. Joona said they were on the way.
Elin grabs a frying pan as she darts through the kitchen. She runs across the living room and opens the door to the garage. She throws the frying pan down the stairs to the basement and hears it clang as she rushes up the stairs to the upper floors.
Daniel has reached the basement stairs, but he hasn’t been fooled. He’s heard her running up the stairs. She’s almost out of ideas. She races past the floor where Vicky is hiding and then deliberately slows down to lure Daniel toward her and away from the girl. She’s now in the big open room on the top floor. It is almost completely dark.
Elin knows she must hold on until the police arrive. She has to keep Daniel following her and ignoring Vicky’s room.
She hears his footsteps on the stairs and knows that he is coming after her.
She runs to the tile stove in the corner and grabs the poker from the rack of implements, then crosses to the middle of the room and smashes the ceiling lamp with one blow. The large dish of frosted glass crashes to the floor and slivers fly everywhere. Then the room is silent.
There is only the sound of heavy steps on the stairs.
Elin hides in the darkness next to a bookcase beside the door.
Daniel is panting when he reaches the top. He’s not in a hurry. He knows there’s only one staircase down from the top floor of the house.
Elin tries to stifle the sound of her breathing.
Daniel stands in the doorway holding the ax. He stares into the room and then hits the light switch.
There’s a click, but nothing happens. The room stays dark.
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Elin hides in the darkness with a poker in both hands. She is shaking with the adrenaline coursing through her, but she feels remarkably strong.
Daniel slowly steps into the room. Elin can’t see him, but she hears the glass crackling beneath his shoes.
Then there’s a loud buzz and the metal shutters start to open. Light begins to seep into the room. Daniel is standing right inside the doorway and he is waiting until he can see where Elin is. Bit by bit, light pours into the room.
There is nowhere to hide.
He spots her. He stares at her and she backs away, aiming the poker at him.
Daniel has the ax in his right hand. He glances at it and then approaches her.
She hits at him, but misses. He moves away. She’s panting from the strain as she aims at him again. Her foot burns. She’s stepped on a shard of glass. She keeps staring at Daniel.
The ax sways in his hand.
She hits, he dodges the blow.
His eyes are boring into hers.
He slashes the ax down with all his strength. But he hasn’t aimed it at her. Instead, the blade hits the poker. The clang of metal against metal. The poker is knocked out of her hand and thuds to the floor
.
She can’t defend herself. She just keeps stepping backward. She realizes with a kind of astonishment that things aren’t going well for her. Fear floods her body but clears her mind. She feels uninvolved, as if she’s merely observing what is happening.
Daniel keeps approaching.
She looks him in the eyes and he looks back. He seems calm, as if none of this has touched his emotions.
Finally she has her back to the large window. Behind her, it is three and a half stories to a stone patio.
Her feet are bleeding and red footprints mark her path over the blond wood floor.
She can’t do anything more. She thinks that she should try to negotiate, promise him anything, just get him to talk.
Daniel is breathing heavily and watches her for a while. Then he swiftly crosses the last few feet while lifting the ax. He strikes as hard as he can. Instinctively, Elin jerks her head to the side. The ax smashes into the window. She feels the thick glass vibrate behind her back and crack. Daniel lifts the ax again but before he can land a blow, Elin leans back. She’s throwing all her weight at the broken window and she can feel it give way. Her stomach churns. Then she’s falling through the air with glass showering down all around her. Elin Frank closes her eyes and does not feel the ground when she hits it.
Daniel steadies himself on the windowsill and looks down. Splinters of glass are still falling from the window as Elin lies on her back down below, a steady stream of blood flowing from her head onto the stones of the patio.
Daniel begins to breathe more calmly. His shirt is stuck to his back from sweat.
He has a spectacular view from this uppermost window. He can see Tyskhuvud close-by but Åreskutan is lost in the clouds. On the road from Åre, the bright blue lights of emergency vehicles are heading this way. The road to Tegefors, however, is completely empty.
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Joona had put the puzzle together the moment Flora said her brother’s name. Daniel Grim was the boy who had been adopted by the Rånne couple in Delsbo. He was the same Daniel whom Flora saw kill a little girl at Delsbo Church thirty-five years ago.