Buried Angels Read Free

talking. He turned on his heel and left the room.
    Her father followed close behind. ‘You can’t come storming into the home of decent people, scaring the life out of us. You have to tell us what this is all about.’
    Dagmar threw off the bedclothes, set her feet on the cold kitchen floor and dashed after them, wearing only her nightgown. She came to an abrupt stop behind the men. Two of the officers were gripping her mother by the arms. She was struggling to get free, and the men were straining with the effort to hold on to her. The children were shrieking, and the laundry that her mother had been hanging on the line had fallen off in all the commotion.
    ‘Mamma!’ cried Dagmar, running towards her.
    Then she threw herself at the legs of one of the policemen and bit him in the thigh. He screamed and let go of Helga, turning around to punch Dagmar so hard that the child fell to the ground. In surprise, she sat there on the grass, her hand pressed to her stinging cheek. In the eight years of her life, no one had ever hit her. She’d seen her mother give the children a swat now and then, but she had never raised a hand to Dagmar. And for that reason her father had never dared strike her either.
    ‘What are you doing! Did you hit my daughter?’ Helga kicked out at the men in fury.
    ‘That’s nothing compared to what you’ve done.’ The policeman again gripped Helga’s arm. ‘You are accused of killing a child, and we have the right to search your house. And believe me, we plan to make a thorough job of it.’
    Dagmar watched as her mother seemed to collapse. Her cheek still felt as if it was on fire, and her heart was racing in her chest. All around her the children were screaming as though it was Judgement Day. And perhaps it was. Because even though Dagmar didn’t understand what was happening, the expression on her mother’s face told her that their world had just been torn apart.

 
    ‘Patrik, can you head out to Valö? A report’s come in of a fire out there, and they think it might be arson.’
    ‘What? Sorry, but what did you say?’
    Patrik was already getting out of bed, clasping the phone between ear and shoulder as he pulled on his jeans. Still bleary with sleep, he glanced at the clock. Seven fifteen. For a second he wondered what Annika was doing at the station so early in the day.
    ‘There’s been a fire on Valö,’ Annika repeated patiently. ‘The fire brigade was called out early this morning, and they suspect it might be arson.’
    ‘Where on Valö?’
    Erica turned over in bed. ‘What is it?’ she murmured.
    ‘Police business. I have to go out to Valö,’ he whispered. For once the twins were sleeping past six thirty, so he didn’t want to wake them.
    ‘It’s out at the summer camp,’ said Annika on the phone.
    ‘Okay. I’ll take the boat and head out there. I’ll ring Martin. He’s on duty today too, isn’t he?’
    ‘That’s right. I’ll see you both back at the station later on.’
    Patrik ended the call and put on a T-shirt.
    ‘What’s happened?’ asked Erica, sitting up in bed.
    ‘The fire brigade thinks someone has set a fire over at the old summer camp.’
    ‘The summer camp? Someone’s trying to burn it down?’ Erica swung her legs over the edge of the bed.
    ‘I promise to tell you all about it later,’ said Patrik with a smile. ‘I know it’s one of your pet projects.’
    ‘What a strange coincidence that someone would try to burn down the place now, just when Ebba has come back to live there.’
    Patrik shook his head. He knew from experience that his wife liked to get herself mixed up in things that were not her concern. She was always jumping to outlandish conclusions. It was true that occasionally she turned out to be right – that much he had to admit – but sometimes she also made a real mess of things.
    ‘Annika said they suspect arson. That’s all we know at this stage, and it might not be arson at all.’
    ‘But still,’ said Erica.