The Dead of Summer Read Free Page B

promontory that marked the end of Sudersand bay, and in the other direction was the campsite. Close to the shoreline a small tent had been set up, and a group of people was gathered around it. Suddenly a whirring sound was heard overhead. It was the police helicopter from Stockholm, probably with the medical examiner on board.
    Pia immediately began filming. Even though Johan was well aware that he was inside the area that had been cordoned off, he walked over to see if he could talk to the pilot when the helicopter landed. It was worth a try. A man got out and hurried over to the tent. That had to be the ME.
    ‘We’re from Swedish TV,’ he shouted to the pilot. ‘Is that the ME who just arrived?’
    ‘That’s right. We came straight here from the helipad at Karolinska hospital.’
    ‘When are you heading back?’
    ‘They said we’d be taking off in half an hour. I can’t keep the chopper here any longer than that. It’s needed at Berga.’
    ‘OK.’
    Johan waved his thanks to the pilot. He’d found out what he wanted to know. Now he just needed to try talking to the police. He noticed Erik Sohlman, who had stepped away to get himself a cup of coffee.
    ‘Hi, Erik. What’s going on here?’
    Sohlman nodded to Berg. Johan had been a crime reporter on the island for quite a while now, and on several occasions he’d actually helped the police, once when his daughter’s life was at stake and once when his own life was in jeopardy. So Sohlman felt compelled to repay the favour. He hesitated before answering, taking a moment to decide what he wanted to say. Then he came over to Johan.
    ‘I can tell you this much: a man was found dead, and we suspect foul play. The ME is doing his first examination right now. Later the body will be moved to the morgue in Visby, and from there it will be transported by ferry to the forensic medicine lab in Solna.’
    ‘I understand, but …’
    ‘I’m afraid I can’t tell you anything else. And you’re inside the police tape, so I’m going to have to ask you to leave.’
    Johan and Pia headed back to their car. Both were more than satisfied. Now they even had time to shoot some reactions from people at the campsite.
    Their story was in the can.

LATE THAT AFTERNOON the investigative team gathered for a meeting at police headquarters. Besides Karin Jacobsson, Thomas Wittberg and Erik Sohlman, the group included Lars Norrby and chief prosecutor Birger Smittenberg.
    Jacobsson started by welcoming everyone.
    ‘So it looks like we have yet another brutal murder on our hands. You might call it an execution, pure and simple. The victim has already been identified down at the beach by his wife. His name is Peter Bovide, born in 1966, married and the father of two, from Slite. He’s been on holiday with his family at Sudersand campsite since Friday – in other words, he’d spent three days there. Early this morning, around five thirty according to his wife, he went out for a run. Apparently this was not out of the ordinary for him. The victim appears to have had a stable family life. He and Vendela Bovide have been married for six years. They have two children, a boy, five, and a girl, three. We interviewed the wife very briefly when she was asked to identify the body. She’s suffering from severe shock, so she was taken to the hospital, where they’ve decided to keep her overnight for observation. I’m hoping to be able to talk to her tomorrow.’
    Jacobsson paused for a moment to glance down at her papers before she went on.
    ‘The body was found around nine thirty by two boys from Stockholm. They’re both thirteen years old, and their parents rent a cabin nearby. They were playing soccer on the beach and ended up quite a distance away. Then they decided to go for a swim and discovered the body in the water a short way from shore. They shouted for help and several people came to their aid. The man who rang the police is the father of one of the boys. The call to the emergency