She puts down her mug to answer an incoming call.
SOS 112. Whats going on?
My name is Daniel Grim and Im a therapist at Birgittagården. One of the girls has just called me... You have to send someone to the home right away.
Can you give me more details? Jasmin searches for Birgittagården on her computer.
I dont know anything. One of the girls called, but I didnt really understand what she was saying. She was crying... Everybody was screaming in the background... The girl said there was blood everywhere.
Jasmin signals to her colleague, Ingrid Sandén, that more operators are needed on this call.
Are you at the scene now? Ingrid asks as Jasmin tries to refine her search.
I was home asleep when they called
You are talking about Birgittagården north of Sunnås? asks Jasmin.
Hurry, please! The mans voice is shaking.
Were sending police and an ambulance to Birgittagården, north of Sunnås, Jasmin says clearly to give the man time to correct her if shes wrong.
She turns away for a moment to issue the alarm, and Ingrid picks up the questioning.
Isnt Birgittagården a youth home?
Yes, for girls.
Shouldnt there be staff on the premises?
Yes, my wife, Elisabet, is on duty tonight. Im going to call her now... I dont know whats happening... I know nothing...
Ingrid can see blue lights flash across the deserted street as the first car pulls out of the garage. The police are on their way, she says in a calming voice.
8
The turnoff from Highway 86 leads directly into the dark forest and toward Lake Himmelsjö and Birgittagården. The cars headlights play between the tall trunks of the pine trees. Have you been there before? asks Rolf Wikner as he shifts into fourth gear.
Yes, a few years ago when a girl tried to set fire to one of the buildings, Sonja Rask says.
Why the hell cant anyone reach the person on duty? Rolf mutters.
Theyre probably too busy, no matter whats going on.
I wish we knew more.
So do I.
The officers fall silent so they can hear the voices coming over the police radio. An ambulance is on its way and another police car has been dispatched.
The gravel road runs completely straight. Its in need of grading, and their tires thunder across the potholes. Little missiles of gravel strike their fender as tree trunks flicker past and flashes of blue light stab far into the forest. As soon as they reach the yard between Birgittagårdens dark red buildings, Sonja reports in.
A girl wearing nothing but a nightgown is standing on the front steps. Her eyes are wide open but her face is pale. Rolf and Sonja get out of the car and hurry toward her. The pulsing blue light swirls all around them. The girl doesnt appear to notice.
A dog is barking excitedly.
Is someone hurt? asks Rolf in a loud voice. Is there someone who needs help?
The girl waves vaguely toward the edge of the forest, sways, and then, when she tries to walk toward them, her legs give way.
Sonja has reached the girl. Are you all right? she asks.
The girl lies absolutely still on the steps, staring up at the sky, breathing shallowly. Sonja notices that she has fresh scratches all over her arms and neck.
Ill go inside, Rolf says.
Sonja stays by the girl, who has gone into shock, while Rolf enters the main building. Bloody prints, marks from both shoes and bare feet, seem to fly in all directions. One set, going up and down the hall, belongs to someone with long strides. Rolf moves swiftly, while being careful not to mess the prints.
In a brightly lit room, four girls are huddled on a sofa.
Is anyone hurt here? he asks.
Maybe. Miranda a little, says a tiny girl with red hair.
Where is she?
Mirandas in bed, says an older girl with straight black hair.
This way? He points down the hall.
The older girl nods and Rolf follows the bloody footprints past a dining room with a large wooden table and tile stove, and comes to the dark hall leading to the girls private rooms. He shines his flashlight along the Bible quotes on the walls and then aims at the floor again. Blood has seeped out from under a door at the back of the alcove. The door is shut and the key is in the lock. He walks over, shifting the flashlight from one hand to the other. He presses down on the tip of the door handle. Theres a click and the door swings open.
Hello. Miranda? My names Rolf and Im a police officer, he says into the silence. Im coming inside now.
The only thing he can hear is his own breathing. He pulls the door all the way open, but the violence of the sight inside stops him short and he slumps against the doorjamb. Instinctively he looks away, but his eyes have already registered what he wishes hed never seen.
A young woman is lying on the bed. A great part of her head seems to be missing. Blood has spattered the walls; it drips from a lampshade.
The door behind Rolf slams shut and hes so startled that he drops his flashlight. Now theres nothing but darkness. He turns around and fumbles for the door handle. He can hear the sound of hands on the outside of the door.
Now she can see you! shrieks a young voice. Now shes looking right at you!