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him that you couldn’t even let him put on some decent clothes? Do you still have someone at his house? If you don’t, then send one of your boys to get him some clothes. Otherwise, I’ll file a complaint for inhumane treatment of a prisoner. Kimmo, is there anyone at home at your house?”
    “Mom is with Matti and Mikko in Helsinki, and Dad is on his way to Ecuador.”
    “Ström, give me the phone.”
    Antti answered after two rings. I asked him to go get clothes for Kimmo. When I hung up, Ström was staring at me angrily.
    “You really have switched camps,” he said, lighting a cigarette.
    “What do you mean ‘switched camps’? As I recall, the academy taught us both the same fundamentals of how to treat someone in custody. And smoke your cancer stick outside. You’ve fumigated this room quite enough already.”
    “So you’re a tight-ass now too?” Ström ground his cigarette into the floor, dangerously close to my left shoe. “When we went to interview the victim’s boyfriend here, we found him jacking off in that rubber suit, surrounded by sadist porn magazines. I can show you the evidence if you want! The girl’s fingerprints were all over the suit, and do you see the rip on the left calf? We found the missing piece in her yard. Looks like his little sex game got out of hand.”
    “Did you find any evidence of sexual assault?”
    “Guess he didn’t have time. He got cold feet and went home to rub one out!”
    Ström left, slamming the door behind him. The guard left with us scowled. Kimmo’s attire probably wasn’t helping my mood, but Ström’s behavior was infuriating. He’d always been cocky, but his quick advancement through the ranks was obviously going to his head. Tapsa Helminen had almost made me break his elbow before he’d started treating me as an equal, and with Ström, I’d had to wipe the floor with him repeatedly on our theory exams. He found comfort in being the best sharpshooter in our class, though.
    “Kimmo! I’m really sorry about this whole mess.”
    The guard didn’t try to stop me from wrapping my arms around Kimmo, although technically it was against the rules. As if I hadn’t broken any other rules in my life. The rubber surrounding him felt surprisingly warm and smooth, and my hands slid easily across it.
    “Can you tell me what happened? When did you last see Armi?” I sat down next to him and dug my notepad out of my bag.
    “I saw her this morning…I spent the night there. I was a little hungover, but I was up by nine a.m. Armi was still sleeping. I put this on and went out to lounge in the sun in Armi’s backyard. I guess I fell asleep again. Armi came out around ten thirty and woke me up. She startled me, and I guess that’s when I ripped my suit. I took it off and we made coffee. We talked for a while, and then I went home. She wanted me to leave—she said she wanted to speak to you privately and that she still had some calls to make before you got there.”
    “Did she tell you what she wanted to talk to me about? Or who she needed to call?”
    “No, she didn’t. She was a little…crabby.”
    “Did you have a fight? About what?”
    “We weren’t really fighting. Armi just didn’t like this rubber suit.” Kimmo blushed, his cheeks turning the same cherry color as the trees in my yard. “We had…an agreement. That I wouldn’t…when she could see. And then I asked her to touch me…” Kimmo labored over every word, his face turning redder and redder, until he finally started crying. I dug out a tissue and let him cry.
    “If I would have known I was seeing her for the last time…” He sniffed. “Is she really dead? Did you see that she was dead?”
    “Yes, Armi is dead. But she was alive when you left. What did you talk about?”
    “We were supposed to be getting married this fall when my thesis is done. I even have a job all lined up. We were talking about how I…I can’t…” Kimmo burst into tears again, and, at the same moment,