Page 95 of The Sleepwalker
He rolls her onto her front and feels the heat radiating from her body as he cuffs her arms behind her back.
Her right heel has snapped, and is hanging loosely from the red leather.
Rikard stumbles back and slumps to the grass as the tactical units finally arrive. He lies down, staring up at the night sky.
Joona is the only one still on his feet.
His colleagues’ headlights illuminate him from all four sides, building a cross of light in the otherwise deserted industrial estate.
From above, the roundabout resembles an old drawing of the solar system, with rings of cobbles, gravel and more cobbles around a central circle of grass.
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It is eight o’clock in the morning when Joona enters the interview room, where the woman who called herself Jezebel is waiting with a guard. She has now been identified as Jenny Gyllenkrans, a fifty-two-year-old, single, childless resident of Norrköping who sits on the city council for the Liberal Party.
Joona says a quick hello to the guard and takes a seat across the table from Jenny.
Her face is bare, emphasising the deep furrows around her mouth, and her blonde hair loose. Instead of a pink dress, she is now wearing loose prison-issue clothing, and has been given a sling for her broken shoulder.
Before coming into the interview room, Joona spoke to Erixon. The forensic technician told him that Jenny’s car, a five-year-old Lexus, is a match for the tyre tracks found at the campsite, meaning that analysis of the strand of hair has now been given priority.
‘How is your shoulder?’ he asks.
‘A bit sore,’ she replies without looking at him.
‘Have you been given anything for the pain?’
‘It’s fine.’
‘Do you want to see a nurse?’
‘No need.’
‘Just say if you change your mind.’
‘Thank you,’ Jenny whispers, straightening the sleeve of her sweatshirt.
Stina Linton comes into the room, says hello and sits down beside Joona.
‘Shall we get started?’ he asks.
Stina quickly takes Jenny through the formalities, explaining the process and informing her of her rights and obligations before telling her that the interview will be recorded.
‘You’re being held on suspicion of attempted murder, aggravated robbery, assault and guns charges,’ Joona begins. ‘But that’s not what I want to talk to you about.’
‘OK .?.?.’ Jenny replies, a crease between her brows.
‘Do you know what I want to ask you about?’
She shakes her head, still avoiding his eye.
‘We have reason to believe that you were at Edsviken Tennis Club at around ten p.m. on the night of 27 November. Is that correct?’
‘No.’
‘We also have reason to believe you were at Bredäng Campsite at around two a.m. on 26 November. Is that correct?’
‘Don’t know.’
