Free The Torso: A Detective Inspector Huss Investigation, Vol. 2 by Helen Tursten

superintendent, Irene, Jonny, and Hannu were sitting in Andersson’s office. It was almost five o’clock and they were going over what the day had provided in terms of new information.
    “The character is Japanese,” said Hannu.
    “Are you sure?” asked Jonny.
    The others looked at Jonny reproachfully. Only he would question Hannu’s information. If Hannu said that the character was Japanese, then it was.
    “Yes. It’s the sign for ‘man.’ ”
    “Man,” the superintendent repeated thoughtfully.
    “Why would you tattoo the sign for man?” asked Irene.
    “He might have been so feminine that he was forced to. Like product information. At least for Japanese.” Jonny grinned.
    Irene had grown very tired of Jonny’s ridiculous jokes a long time ago. She ignored his remark and continued, “But the dragon is special and well drawn. It should lead us to more information.”
    She felt elated. The tattoo could bring them a bit closer to discovering the victim’s identity. Or could it? When she thought about it she became uncertain. They didn’t know who the man was or his nationality. They didn’t know where the tattoo was made. They didn’t know where or how the victim had died. The thought of not wanting to know flew through her brain for a second, but naturally she did want to know. She was, after all, a police officer.
    “One of the parlors I went to thought that the dragon could have been drawn in Copenhagen or London,” said Jonny.
    “Otherwise, it was done somewhere in Asia,” the superintendent said gloomily.
    “But we know that the man wasn’t Asian. Maybe that points to its not having been made in Asia,” Irene objected.
    “The way people get around these days, we can’t rule anything out,” said Jonny.
    Andersson thought for a moment before he said, “I think it’s time to release the picture of the tattoo to the papers. They’ll get it tonight, so it will appear tomorrow. Someone may recognize it since it’s so unusual.”
    “It’s strange that no one has missed him. A young man in his prime,” Irene said.
    “He probably isn’t Swedish,” Jonny added.
    “We should send the dragon out via Interpol. He may have been reported missing in another country,” Andersson said. “I’ll contact Interpol tomorrow afternoon if the papers don’t draw a response.”
    Before Irene went home for the day she made a call to Tommy to see how he was doing. His ten-year-old daughter answered. “Persson.”
    “Hi, Sara. It’s Irene. Is your pappa home?”
    “No. He’s walking around the neighborhood to exercise a bit.”
    “Is he having a hard time walking?”
    “Yeah. He’s stiff. Oh! Is it true that Sammie’s a father?”
    “Of course. Three of them. One boy and two girls.”
    “Oooh! How old are they?”
    Irene had to think. At the same time an idea started to take shape. “The puppies are almost five weeks. They are sooooo adorable!” she replied.
    “Can I come and see them? Can I?”
    “Of course. Bring your father now that he’s off work and come over when you can. But telephone first. The puppies are with their mother so we have to call her family and see if they are home.”
    They said good-bye and hung up. Irene felt slightly guilty, since Tommy was her best friend. But she had to find good homes for the puppies, she told herself, in order to clear her conscience.

    “ I ACTUALLY think that Lenny will take one of the puppies,” said Krister.
    It was late at night, and they had already crawled into bed. Lenny was a cook at the restaurant where Krister was master chef.
    “Doesn’t Lenny already have a dog? A fox terrier?” Irene asked.
    “Yes. Or no. It died a month ago. The kids are having a difficult time. And it would be good for Lenny and his wife as well. They had decided to buy a new one and then I suggested one of Sammie’s puppies. It seems as though they are interested, and it isn’t a problem that they are mixed breed.”
    Irene was hesitant at first to tell