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He let out the cat, who soundlessly slunk off. Then he went up the creaking stairs to the second floor and went into the far room, at the end of the house. The room had never been repaired after the fire. Patches of soot covered the walls, and even the burned bed was still there, like some sort of charred log in the corner. He thought he could even sense a faint whiff of smoke, but it was probably just his imagination. On the floor was an old mattress, and that was where he lay down. This room made him feel good. It gave him a sense of calm that he otherwise never felt, and he slept well.

 
    Knutas never ceased to be amazed at how fast news traveled. Reporters from the local radio station, TV, and newspapers had all contacted him, wanting to know what had happened. On Gotland there was enormous news value in the fact that a horse had been decapitated. Experience had taught him that nothing stirred up the public as much as the abuse of animals.
    The thought had barely appeared in his mind before the organization Friends of the Animals was on the line, and several other animal rights groups would undoubtedly be calling him soon. The police spokesman, Lars Norrby, was away on vacation, so Knutas had to handle the reporters on his own. He wrote up a brief press release and said that for a change he was going to be unreachable for the next few hours.
    Back at the criminal investigation division after the morning excursion to Petesviken, Knutas bought a sandwich from the vending machine in the coffee room. There was no time for lunch. He had called in his closest colleagues for a meeting at one o’clock. Sohlman should be able to make it back from the investigation out at the crime scene to join them, thanks to the fact that there were now two crime techs in the police department.
    They gathered in the bright, open conference room, which had a big table in the middle. Police headquarters had recently been remodeled, and new furniture, in a simple Scandinavian design, had been purchased. Knutas had felt more comfortable with their old worn furniture made of pine. At least the view was still the same; the panoramic windows looked out on the Forum supermarket parking lot, the ring wall, and the sea.
    “The crime that has been committed is a particularly nasty one,” Knutas began, and he told them about what they had seen out at Petesviken. “The pasture and the surrounding area have been blocked off,” he went on. “There’s a highway that runs past the pasture, and that’s where we’re looking for traces of any vehicles. If the person or persons who did this took the horse’s head with them, they most likely had a car. The neighbors and other people who live in the area are being interviewed, so we’ll have to see what turns up during the course of the day.”
    “How was the horse killed?” asked Jacobsson.
    “Erik can tell us more about that.” Knutas turned to the crime tech.
    “Let’s take a look at some pictures of the horse,” said Sohlman . “I have to warn you, Karin, that some of them are very unpleasant.” He directed this comment to Jacobsson, not only because she was the most sensitive of his colleagues when it came to blood, but also because she had a great affection for animals.
    He clicked through the photos of the horribly abused body.
    “As you can see here, the head was severed from the neck, or rather, hacked and chopped off. A veterinarian, Åke Tornsjö, has already taken a look at the horse. He’s going to do a more thorough examination later, but he was able to tell us how he thinks it was done. According to him, the perpetrator—if it actually was the work of one individual—presumably first knocked the horse unconscious by giving him a strong blow to the forehead, most likely with a hammer, a sledgehammer, or an axe. When the horse lost consciousness, he used a large knife, like a butcher knife, to slice through the neck, and that’s what killed the animal—meaning, the loss of