Free He Who Fears the Wolf by Karin Fossum Page B

Maybe he's still in the woods."
    "And above here it's all wilderness?"
    "Yes, it's mostly wilderness. An area of 430 square kilometres. There are a few cottages on the other side of the river, and the sites of some old Finnish dwellings. A few people have summer cabins there. Hunters often use them in the autumn, or berry pickers sometimes slip inside to rest. Errki is a good hiker. Going into the woods and searching at random would be hopeless. He could be hiding in the basement of the hospital, or maybe someone has given him a lift and he's on his way to Sweden. Or home to Finland. He's the type that is always on the move."
    "If he's as odd as you say, he should be easy to spot."
    "I don't know about easy. He sneaks around. All of a sudden he's standing there and nobody has heard him coming."
    "We have an excellent dog patrol," Skarre said. "Do you know whether he's on any medication?"
    "Ask the hospital. Why do you want to know?"
    "I'm just wondering what would happen if he ever stopped taking his drugs."
    "Maybe his inner voices take over."
    "We all have inner voices of one kind or another," Skarre said.
    "Good heavens, yes," Gurvin said. "But not all of them order us around."
    *
    Gurvin coaxed his vehicle through the trees. A cloud of dust swirled up behind them.
    "Whenever Errki turns up, something nasty happens," he said, his voice tense. "His mother died when he was eight, did I tell you that?"
    "You did, but how did she die?"
    "She fell down the stairs and died. Errki took the blame for it."
    "Took the blame?"
    "He frightened the other children by saying that he did it. They were terrified and stayed away from him. I think that's what he wanted. Several years later the body of an old farmer was found up by the church. He had fallen off a ladder, but Errki was seen running away from the scene. So maybe you can understand that even if he had nothing to do with Halldis's death people around here will have made up their minds by now. And if you ask me, I'd very likely be of the same opinion. Take a look around. This is a remote area. People don't come poking around here unless they're familiar with the place. Errki is familiar with the place; he grew up here."
    "But it's a fact," said Skarre slowly, trying not to sound pedantic, "that the violent tendencies of psychiatric patients are enormously exaggerated. Because of prejudices, or fear and ignorance. You need to remain objective, since you're right in the thick of things, and because you know him, and you knew Halldis too. When the newspapers get wind of this, he's going to be made to seem like a monster."
    Gurvin looked at him. "That's what's so difficult. Because he always keeps to himself and avoids other people. He almost never talks to anyone, so we really don't know who he is. What he is."
    "He's ill," Skarre said.
    "That's what they say. But I don't really understand it." He shook his head. "I don't understand how voices could invade a man's mind and make him do things that he can't remember afterwards."
    "We don't know what he has done."
    "We have fingerprints and several footprints. He can be as crazy as he likes and forget things from one second to the next, but he can't run away from the forensic evidence. This time we have forensic evidence."
    "It sounds as if you'd like to nail him for this."
    Skarre's voice had an innocent ring. Gurvin couldn't read him. "It would be good. It would be better for all of us if they put him away for good, in accordance with Paragraph five. Right now he's wandering around out there somewhere, talking to himself. God help me, but my children "are going to have to come home early at night as long as he's on the loose."
    "Errki may be more frightened than your children are," said Skarre.
    Gurvin pursed his lips and accelerated. "You're not from around here. You don't know him."
    "No," Skarre said ruefully. "But I have to admit that you've aroused my curiosity."
    "It's a fine thing that you're blessed with an unwavering faith in