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she came back, she left the rest of the paperwork untouched.

CHAPTER
FIVE
    THE SMALLISH INTERVIEW room was bare except for a table and four chairs, with a fifth chair in a corner. One wall had a window with bars; on the oppositve wall was a mirror. Jana sat next to Henrik with her pen and notepad in her hand as he started the tape recorder. She let him handle the questioning. Mia Bolander had pulled up the extra chair behind them. Loudly and clearly, Henrik recited Kerstin Juhlén’s full name, then her personal identity number, before going on.
    â€œMonday, the sixteenth of April, 15:30 hours. This interview is being conducted by DCI Henrik Levin who is being assisted by DI Mia Bolander. Also present are Public Prosecutor Jana Berzelius and Solicitor Peter Ramstedt.”
    Kerstin Juhlén had been detained as a possible person of interest, but so far had not been charged with any crime. She sat next to Peter Ramstedt, her lawyer, and placed her clasped hands on the table. Her face was pale and she wore no makeup. Her hair was uncombed, her earrings removed.
    â€œDo you know who killed my husband?” Kerstin Juhlén asked in a whisper.
    â€œNo, it’s still too early in our investigation to say,” answered Henrik and looked gravely at the woman in front of him.
    â€œYou think I’ve done it, don’t you? You think that I was the one who shot him...”
    â€œWe don’t think anything.”
    â€œBut I didn’t do it! I wasn’t home. It wasn’t me!”
    â€œAs I said, we don’t think anything yet, but we must investigate the circumstances surrounding his murder and determine how it all happened. That’s why I want you to tell me about Sunday night when you came home to the house.”
    Kerstin took two deep breaths. She unclenched her hands, put them on her lap and straightened up in the chair.
    â€œI came home...from a walk.”
    â€œDid you walk alone, or was somebody with you?”
    â€œI walked by myself, to the beach and back.”
    â€œTell us more.”
    â€œWhen I came home, I took my coat off in the hallway as I called out to Hans, because I knew that he ought to be home by then. ”
    â€œWhat time was it then?”
    â€œAbout half past seven.”
    â€œGo on.”
    â€œI didn’t get an answer so I assumed that he had been delayed at work. You see, he would always go to the office on Sundays. I went straight to the kitchen to get a glass of water. I saw the pizza box on the kitchen sideboard and realized that Hans was actually home. We usually eat pizza on Sundays. Hans picks it up on his way home. Yes, well... I called out again, but still got no answer. So I went to check if he was in the living room and what he was doing and... I saw him just lying there on the floor. In shock, I called the police.”
    â€œWhen did you phone?”
    â€œStraightaway...when I found him.”
    â€œWhat did you do then, after you phoned the police?”
    â€œI went upstairs. The woman on the phone said I should do that. That I mustn’t touch him, so I went upstairs.”
    Henrik looked at the woman in front of him. She looked nervous, with a shifting gaze. She fingered the cloth of her light gray pants anxiously.
    â€œI’ve asked you before, but I must ask again. Did you see anybody in the house?”
    â€œNo.”
    â€œNobody outside?”
    â€œI noticed that the front window was opened, so I closed it. In case someone was still lurking about. I was frightened. But no, I’ve already told you. I saw no one.”
    â€œNo car on the street?”
    â€œNo,” Kerstin answered in a loud voice. She leaned forward and rubbed her Achilles tendon on one foot, as if she were trying to scratch an itch.
    â€œTell us about your husband,” said Henrik.
    â€œTell you what?”
    â€œHe worked as the head of asylum issues at the Migration Board here in Norrköping, correct?” said