Free The Golden Calf by Helene Tursten Page A

Fenton’s younger brother! Don’t you remember that Morgan Fenton mentioned a brother who was employed by a London bank? Both Edward and his girlfriend were on the boat as well as Morgan and his late wife! She was pregnant! It must have been that kid you talked to yesterday.”
    Irene nodded. Christopher Fenton was fifteen-years-old. He’d also been on that fateful trip, although just a baby in his mother’s womb. She tried to pull together what she already knew.
    “So both Morgan and Edward Fenton were friends with Ceder sixteen years ago. They also knew his first wife Marie. Morgan Fenton divorced and married Tove Kaegler, and a few years later, Kjell B:son Ceder married her sister Sanna. You said yesterday that Sanna had business connections with Edward Fenton and was also mixed up in that Internet business. This means that Edward also knew Thomas Bonetti and Philip Bergman. Interesting—but complicated.”
    “Exactly! So I sniffed around the Fenton brothers, but I didn’t find much. Morgan is an orthopedic doctor here inGöteborg, and Edward now works for a large American investment bank named HP Johnson. He’s the head of their European office in London. The mother of the brothers was a Swedish woman, who died a number of years ago, and their father was an Englishman. He is still alive, but has been living in Spain for the past few years.”
    “He has to be really old.”
    “Well over eighty.”
    “How old are the Fenton brothers?”
    “Morgan is fifty-one, and Edward is forty-two.”
    “So Edward’s our age,” Irene pointed out.
    “Yep. Their parents divorced at the end of the seventies, and their mother moved here with Edward. A few years later, Morgan also came to Göteborg and started studying medicine. He decided to stay, and he got married here.”
    “So that’s why Morgan speaks Swedish so well. He’s been living here for more than twenty-five years.”
    “That’s right. He stayed here, and his brother Edward returned to England. He studied economics at Cambridge and shot straight up in the financial world. He also made a good marriage, though he didn’t marry the woman who was on board the sailboat when Ceder’s wife drowned. Edward’s wife is an American, and they’ve been married for ten years. They have two children.”
    “Wow, you found out an incredible amount on Edward Fenton. How’d you do it?”
    “Online. There’s lots of stuff on him. He’s an important man in banking circles, or so I understand. And he’s also in the American tabloid press. His wife seems to be from an influential family. Her father is Sergio Santini, and her name is Janice. Her father is one of those self-made men that the Americans love so much. He was poor but worked hard to get an education. His career took off, and now he has a business empire and is as wealthy as Midas.”
    “So Edward married into the financial world as well?”
    “Yep.”
    “Odd that he doesn’t work for his father-in-law.”
    “He already had a good position when he met his wife. Perhaps he didn’t want his father-in-law or his brother-in-law to be his boss.”
    Irene told Tommy what she’d found out concerning Thomas Bonetti and his earlier escapades on the London financial market. As she expected, Tommy was excited when she revealed the connection between Bonetti and Joachim Rothstaahl.
    “It’s like we had a sixth sense about it. The murders are connected!” he exclaimed.
    Irene asked him to keep it down. Others were beginning to pay attention to their conversation. Even if it wasn’t uncommon to hear police talk in the cafeteria, there’s nothing like the word
murder
to make people prick up their ears.
    Tommy lowered his voice. “It’s clear that everyone involved knew everyone else for some time. We have to find out how exactly each and every person knew each and every other.”
    “We have to dig into the past. As usual.” Irene sighed.
    Tommy was interrupted by his cell phone vibrating in the pocket of his