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place at the right time,” she said, looking straight at him. ‘Again.“ Then she laid her hand on his arm. ”Forgive me, Simon.“
    “Nothing to forgive,” he said. “Can we give you a lift home?”
    “No, thank you, I have the car parked at Heden ... Assuming it hasn’t been stolen.” She looked down Berzeliigatan. ‘According to one of your younger colleagues who I speak to occasionally, all cars parked at Heden get stolen sooner or later.“
    “That’s probably true.”
    “Maybe I will need your help, then.”
    “I can go there with you and take a look,” Morelius said.
    ‘Aren’t you on duty? You’re in uniform. Shouldn’t you be on patrol?“
    “This is duty.”
    ‘All right,“ she said, and started walking. Morelius signaled to Bartram, who waved back and continued toward Götaplatsen.
    ‘All this makes you giddy,“ said Hanne, staring fixedly ahead. ”Chasing your child all over town.“ She turned to Morelius. ”I even start using words I’ve never used before. Like ’giddy.‘“
    Morelius said nothing.
    “It started out of the blue,” she said. “I never thought I would have to put up with this kind of thing. Never. Huh! Talk about being naive.”
    Morelius didn’t comment. He knew that she lived alone with her daughter, but he didn’t want to say that it couldn’t be easy in those circumstances, or any of the other silly things people say.
    “I suppose it’s a sort of emancipation,” she said. “And if your mom’s a vicar the emancipation is all the more hotheaded. More marked.” She looked at Morelius again as they crossed over the Avenue and waited for the lights to change at Södra Vägen. “Do you think that’s what it is, Simon?”
    “I really don’t know,” he said, staring straight ahead. “I’m not the right person to ask about things like that.” He could feel the sweat breaking out under his cap. He hoped she wouldn’t see it. Sweat trickling down his face.
    “Why not?” They crossed the road and aimed for the farthest corner of the car park. “Surely you can have an opinion on it. Why not?”
    “I don’t have any children.”
    “So much the better.” That dry laugh again. “No, I must stop this.” She halted and looked around. “I’m not quite sure where I left it. The car, that is.” She looked again. “I didn’t think about it. Then.”
    “What does it look like?”
    “It’s a Volvo. One of the early models. It’s about ten or eleven years old.”
    “License plate number?”
    She looked around again. “Do you know, I can’t remember. This is ridiculous.”
    “It’s pretty common,” Morelius said. “Forgetting your car’s license plate number.”
    “Especially when you’re under stress, is that right?”
    “Yes.” He scanned the surrounding cars. Volvos everywhere.
    “There it is, over there.” She pointed and set off toward it. “The one with the empty space at the side of it. To the right.”
    The car was very dirty. He could see that from thirty feet away.
    “We wouldn’t have been able to read the license plate number in any case.”
    “That’s what happens when you keep putting things off,” Hanne said. “But it’s not good, when you think of rust and whatnot.”
    “No.”
    “It doesn’t seem to matter just at the moment.”
    They had reached the car. Hanne unlocked it and sat down behind the wheel.
    “Anyway ... thank you,” she said.
    “It’s a pleasure.”
    She was staring straight ahead with the car keys in her hand, then turned to look at Morelius, who was leaning toward the car. She started the engine.
    “And I always thought we had such a good relationship,” she said, but Morelius didn’t catch every word.

6
    When Winter arrived at Room 1108 his father was awake. He approached the bed. It was a difficult moment. Winter had trouble swallowing. His father held out a hand. Winter took it. The hand felt warm and firm, as with a healthy man, but Winter could feel bone and sinew. He tried to say