Free Meet me in Malmö: The first Inspector Anita Sundström mystery (Inspector Anita Sundström mysteries) by Torquil MacLeod Page A

didn’t make any comment.
    ‘Have you any snus?
    Anita took out her tin and pushed it over the table. He thoughtfully unscrewed the top and slowly reached in for a sachet. ‘She had these letters.’
    Anita and Olander sat up a little straighter.
    ‘What sort of letters?’ Anita asked.
    He put the snus in his mouth.
    ‘It was some fan. Said he was in love with Malin.’
    ‘I would have thought she would get many such letters,’ put in Olander.
    ‘Of course. But these were different. When she didn’t reply, they became more explicit, more threatening. Not that she could reply because he didn’t include an address after the first one.’
    ‘So there was an address on the original letter?’
    ‘I believe so, but it didn’t get past Agnes at our production office. Her job is to sift out that sort of thing so that Malin isn’t…wasn’t bothered with all the correspondence. When the other letters came to light we looked into it. Agnes thought the first one might have come from abroad.’
    ‘Where abroad?’
    ‘India, Pakistan, somewhere out there. But as the others came from Sweden, we thought that Agnes must have been mistaken. Mixed it up with another fan letter.’
    ‘So how did your wife react?’
    ‘At first Malin laughed them off. But then they started to unnerve her.’
    ‘Have you still got them?’
    ‘No. Malin wouldn’t have them in the house. She burnt them. She wouldn’t even show me the last couple.’
    ‘Were they signed?’
    ‘He only put H.’
    ‘Where were they posted from?’
    ‘Here in Malmö. Initially they were sent to our production company address in Stockholm. But the last few were delivered by hand. Shoved through the letterbox.’
    ‘So he had discovered where she lived.’
    ‘Yes. Made it seem even creepier.’
    Anita made a note on the pad in front of her.
    ‘Is this H another Crabo situation?’
    Mick shook his head. ‘No. Crabo kept turning up wherever Malin went. H is very different. We’ve never seen him.’
    Anita scribbled something else.
    ‘Did your wife spend much time down here? In Malmö?
    ‘When she could. She comes from here. This is where her family are. Her mother Britta still lives in Rostorp opposite the park. Where Anita Eckberg came from,’ he added unnecessarily. 'Malin never did like Stockholm much. And the Crabo situation didn’t help.’
    ‘Were you apart a lot?’
    ‘What are you implying?’ he said with a hint of anger.
    ‘I’m not implying anything. All I’m trying to establish is whether your wife spent time by herself in Malmö. That would give your H, or anybody else, a chance to find her alone. Someone knew you weren’t there. Presumably, that’s why they turned up last night.’
    The anger disappeared and his eyes began to water, though she could see he was fighting back the tears. ‘I should have been there,’ he gulped. ‘Yes, we were apart quite a lot. She wasn’t into the business side of film-making. I had all that. And the Stockholm creative scene – she loathed it.’
    Anita continued to make notes as Mick wiped an eye with his index finger as though he had some grit in it.
    ‘Any other people who might be a potential danger?’
    Mick looked up, almost startled. Anita thought he was about to say something, but he merely shook his head.
    ‘Any personal relationships that could have tipped over into violence? I hate to ask this but did she have any other…’ she couldn’t phrase it any other way...‘men?’
    ‘Of course not!’ That smouldering anger resurfaced with a vengeance. ‘Just because she was an actress it doesn’t mean she fucked around!’
    Anita held up her hands in gesture of placation. ‘I’m not saying she did but we have to explore every avenue.’
    ‘We were happily married. End of story.’ It turned out to be the end of the interview. Mick Roslyn got up and walked out.

     
    ‘He what?’ Moberg couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
    ‘He just got up and walked out. We weren’t holding