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

him so there was nothing I could do,’ Anita explained.
    ‘And why?’
    Anita shifted uneasily in front of Moberg. She knew she was giving him more ammunition. ‘I asked, in as polite a way as possible, if she had anybody on the side.’
    ‘Brilliant! We’re going to get fuck all co-operation from him from now on.’ She let him rant on until he ran out of steam. Maybe it was time for the transfer she had promised herself. Ystad would be ok – Simrishamn better.
    ‘What I did get out of him were a couple of potential suspects.’ This changed Moberg’s mood when she told him about Jörgen Crabo and the anonymous H.
    Moberg turned to Westermark. ‘Give Stockholm a ring.’
    ‘Won’t get much out of them at this time of night.’
    Moberg’s finger started to wag in Westermark’s direction. ‘I don’t care what bloody time it is. Get them off their arses and get someone to track this Crabo down and find out if he was in Stockholm last night and not peeping through windows on our patch.’
    A chastened Westermark slunk off to make his call.
    ‘Henrik, any luck with the neighbours?’
    ‘So far, a blank. No one heard or saw anything suspicious. But we have tapes from a couple of CCTV cameras – one from the bus station and the other for the Systembolag . Unfortunately, there’s nothing covering the entrance to the apartment block, but at least we’ve got something from either side of the road so our killer may be on there somewhere.’
    ‘That’s something.’ Moberg hitched up his trousers, which were constantly under pressure from his overhanging stomach. ‘That leaves this H character. Might just be a love-sick loon but we have to try and identify him.’
    ‘Unless H is the same person as Crabo,’ suggested Olander.
    ‘That’s a point. Tell Westermark to get Stockholm to send down a photo of Crabo. He may have come down here but kept out of sight.’
    Olander went off after Westermark. Moberg watched him leave the room. ‘Smart boy, that one. Better watch your arse, Anita.’
    ‘I thought that’s what you did.’
    Moberg was temporarily taken off guard by Anita’s retort. Nordlund smirked. Before Moberg could come back with a sarcastic remark, Anita said, ‘If H was dropping off his letters at the apartment then he may have been hanging around the area for some time. It’s probably worth looking at CCTV footage going back a few weeks.’
    Nordlund sighed heavily. ‘Thanks.’
    ‘No, fru Sundström’s right.’ He emphasized the ‘Mrs’, making her sound like a hundred and three. ‘I want someone looking through that stuff tonight. This H is the only real suspect we’ve got so far – so let’s find him!’

     
    Ewan was restless. He couldn’t get Malin Lovgren out of his head. He kept seeing the blue of her jumper. Not the face, just this blur of blue. He found himself shaking and he automatically teased out a cigarette from a packet he wasn’t really aware he was holding. He was about to light it, when he stopped. He’d got away with lighting a cigarette the day before in the bathroom, but decided he wouldn’t push his luck. He didn’t want the Swedish health police battering down the door the moment his first puff set off some hidden smoke alarm. He left the cigarette unlit in his mouth. At least it felt comforting in there.
    He pulled back the curtain and gazed into a cold Scandinavian night, the lights of Malmö spread out in front of him. He hadn’t had the heart to go out and socialize with Alex and David as promised. He’d rung David to say he couldn’t make it. ‘God, what a shitter,’ David had sympathized on hearing the reason. But they’d arranged to meet next day for David to show him around.
    He had had one drink in the hotel bar but hadn’t been able to finish it. And he certainly couldn’t eat anything. He knew he wouldn’t be able to keep it down. He tugged at the curtains roughly and shut out the Swedish city. It was no good; he couldn’t banish thoughts