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clicking the command through her computer and pointing at a printer some distance
     away. “I’m going to get a coffee,” she said, getting up. “Do you want one?”
    “I thought I’d lost my chance,” Jacob Kanon replied, heading off toward the printer to get the picture.
    Dessie went over to the coffee machine with a gathering feeling of unreality. She pressed for coffee with milk for herself,
     and black, extra strong for the American. He looked like he needed it.
    “They have to make a mistake sometime,” Jacob said as he took the coffee. “Sooner or later they’ll get lazy, or overconfident,
     or just unlucky. That moment can’t be far off now. That’s what I’m thinking.”
    Dessie pushed the terrible coffee away from her and fixed her gaze on the American.
    “I’ve got a lot of questions,” she said, “but this one will do for a start: Why me? Why did they pick me? You seem to have
     a lot of answers. Do you know why?”
    At that moment her cell phone began to vibrate. She looked at the display.
    Gabriella calling.
    “It’s one of the police team,” she said.
    “One of the team on this case? Answer it, then!”
    She took the call and turned her chair so she had her back to Jacob Kanon.
    “We think we’ve found the victims,” Gabriella said. “A German couple out on Dalarö. It’s a real mess.”

Chapter 19
    DESSIE TOOK A DEEP BREATH.
    “Who found them?” she asked in Swedish.
    Jacob Kanon walked around her desk so that he was in front of her again.
    “The cleaner,” Gabriella said through the phone. “We’ve got a local patrol out there now.”
    “Have they found the victims?” Jacob asked.
    Dessie turned away from him again, twisting her body.
    “Are you sure it’s the couple in the picture?” she asked.
    “They’ve found them, haven’t they?” the American persisted, annoying her.
    “Who’s that talking in the background?” Gabriella asked.
    “The coroner will find traces of several different substances in the victims’ blood,” Jacob Kanon said loudly, right next
     to the phone. “Partly THC and alcohol, but also a drug that will be identified as—”
    “When did the murders take place?” Dessie asked, putting her finger in her ear to shut out the noisy American.
    “I’m worried about you,” Gabriella said. “These killers mean business. I want you to take special care.”
    Jacob Kanon grabbed Dessie’s office chair and swung it around so that her knees ended up between his.
    “Get the address!”
he said, looking her right in the eyes. “Get the address of the crime scene right now.”
    “What’s the address of the crime scene?” Dessie asked, flustered, feeling the warmth from his legs through the thin fabric
     of her trousers.
    “Are you at the paper? Is that the crazy Yank?”
    Gabriella’s voice turned shrill and accusing again.
    “What’s he doing there? You let him come into the newsroom? Why?”
    Dessie avoided the man’s bright blue eyes, feeling her irritation at Gabriella bubbling over. She was very close to shouting
     at her.
    “
The address
, Gaby. This is a newspaper, and these murders are news. We’ll have to send someone out there.”
    “What? Since when are
you
a newshound?”
    A stubborn streak that should have vanished when she was three years old welled up inside her and made her cheeks burn.
    “Would you rather we sent Alexander Andersson? I can arrange for that.”
    Gabriella Oscarsson gave her an address out on Dalarö.
    “But whatever you do,” she said abruptly, “don’t bring the Yank with you.”
    Then she hung up.
    Dessie put her cell down. Jacob Kanon let go of her chair and took a step back.
    “Where is it? Where’s the crime scene?”
    “Forty-five minutes away,” Dessie said, looking at her watch. “South of here, on an island.”
    She walked around the desk, hoisted her knapsack onto her back, picked up a pen and notepad, and stopped in front of Jacob
     Kanon.
    “Shall we go?”

Chapter 20
    IT HAD