He inserts his pass card, keys in the six-digit code, enters the lobby, takes the lift to the fifth floor, and walks down the hall. The blue vinyl floors shine like ice, and the corridor smells of antiseptic. Only now does he become aware of his fatigue, following the sudden surge of adrenaline brought on by the call. It had been such a good sleep, he still felt a pleasant aftertaste.
He thinks over what the detective told him on the telephone: a boy is admitted to the hospital, bleeding from cuts all over his body, sweating; he doesnt want to lie down, is restless and extremely thirsty. An attempt is made to question him, but his condition rapidly deteriorates. His level of consciousness declines while at the same time his heart begins to race, and Daniella Richards, the doctor in charge, makes the correct decision not to let the police speak to the patient.
Two uniformed cops are standing outside the door of ward N18; Erik senses a certain unease flit across their faces as he approaches. Maybe theyre just tired, he thinks, as he stops in front of them and identifies himself. They glance at his ID, press a button, and the door swings open with a hum.
Daniella Richards is making notes on a chart when Erik walks in. As he greets her, he notices the tense lines around her mouth, the muted stress in her movements.
Have some coffee, she says.
Do we have time? asks Erik.
Ive got the bleed in the liver under control, she replies.
A man of about forty-five, dressed in jeans and a black jacket, is thumping the coffee machine. He has tousled blond hair, and his lips are serious, clamped firmly together. Erik thinks maybe this is Daniellas husband, Magnus. He has never met him; he has only seen a photograph in her office.
Is that your husband? he asks, waving his hand in the direction of the man.
What? She looks both amused and surprised.
I thought maybe Magnus had come with you.
No, she says, with a laugh.
I dont believe you, teases Erik, starting to walk toward the man. Im going to ask him.
Daniellas mobile phone rings and, still laughing, she flips it open, saying, Stop it, Erik, before answering, Daniella Richards. She listens but hears nothing. Hello? She waits a few seconds, then shrugs. Aloha! she says ironically and flips the phone shut.
Erik has walked over to the blond man. The coffee machine is whirring and hissing. Have some coffee, says the man, trying to hand Erik a mug.
No, thanks.
The man smiles, revealing small dimples in his cheeks, and takes a sip himself. Delicious, he says, trying once again to force a mug on Erik.
I dont want any.
The man takes another sip, studying Erik. Could I borrow your phone? he asks suddenly. If thats okay. I left mine in the car.
And now you want to borrow mine? Erik asks stiffly.
The blond man nods and looks at him with pale eyes as grey as polished granite.
You can borrow mine again, says Daniella, who has come up behind Erik.
He takes the phone, looks at it, then glances up at her. I promise youll get it back, he says.
Youre the only one whos using it anyway, she jokes.
He laughs and moves away.
He must be your husband, says Erik.
Well, a girl can dream, she says with a smile, glancing back at the lanky fellow.
Suddenly she looks very tired. Shes been rubbing her eyes; a smudge of silver-grey eyeliner smears her cheek.
Shall I have a look at the patient? asks Erik.
Please. She nods.
As Im here anyway, he hastens to add.
Erik, I really do want your opinion, Im not at all sure about this one.
Chapter 2
Daniella Richards opens the heavy door and he follows her into a warm recovery room leading off the operating theatre. A slender boy is lying on the bed. Despite his injuries, he has an attractive face. Two nurses work to dress his wounds: there are hundreds of them, cuts and stab wounds all over his body, on the soles of his feet, on his chest and stomach, on the back of his neck, on the top of his scalp, on his face.
His pulse is weak but very rapid, his lips are as grey as aluminium, he is sweating, and his eyes are tightly closed. His nose looks as if it is broken. Beneath the skin, a bleed is spreading like a dark cloud from his throat and down over his chest.
Daniella begins to run through the different stages in the boys treatment so far but is silenced by a sudden knock at the door. Its the blond man again; he waves to them through the glass pane.
Fine, says Erik. If he isnt Magnus, who the hell is that guy?
Daniella takes his arm and guides him from the recovery room. The blond man has returned to his post by the hissing coffee machine.
A large cappuccino, he says to Erik. You might need one before you meet the officer who was first on the scene.
Only now does Erik realize that the blond man is the detective who woke him up less than an hour ago. His drawl was not as noticeable on the telephone, or maybe Erik was just too sleepy to register it.
Why would I want to meet him?
So youll understand why I need to question-
Joona Linna falls silent as Daniellas mobile starts to ring. He takes it out of his pocket and glances at the display, ignoring her outstretched hand.