The Demon Of Dakar Part 45

"Who will we be?"

"Two Chileans. I have a lot of those pa.s.sports."

"When and how will we get them?"

"One of you drives to Rotebro and leaves the car there, that is not so far away. I can show you the road. Take the train back here. Someone waits here until I turn up. That will be tonight."

"But taking the train seems dangerous," Manuel said. "Someone might recognize-"

"We'll take care of that," Ramon said and left them for a moment.

They heard him looking around for something in the next room, and when he returned, he smilingly held up a wig.

"This is how you become a blond," the Spaniard grinned. "This and the gla.s.ses will be good. Which one of you is going to Rotebro?"

"That would be me," Manuel said.

Beside himself with fatigue and confused by Ramon's precise instructions, Manuel tried to memorize everything. He felt a teary grat.i.tude for the help they received. He had never imagined how quickly it would go.

"I don't know how we can thank you," he said.

Ramon slapped his hand across the pocket where he had tucked the money.

"Now let's get moving," he said. "On with the wig!"

The last thing Ramon did was to show them how they could make coffee, and where bread, b.u.t.ter, and soda was stored.

The last thing he said before he and Manuel left the bas.e.m.e.nt was a warning not to call anyone, not to leave the bas.e.m.e.nt, and not to drink any alcohol.

When Manuel returned to the bas.e.m.e.nt, Patricio was sleeping on a mattress in the inner of the two rooms. He woke up but immediately fell asleep again. Manuel opened a bottle of soda and drank greedily. He had been thirsty ever since the night before.

What is Eva doing now, he wondered sadly but immediately chastized himself. Why should he think of her? The important thing was to leave Sweden. Wasting thought on anything else was idiotic. He looked at Patricio who was muttering something in his sleep.

Manuel lay down on the floor and stretched out his exhausted body. We should shave, was the last thing he thought before he fell asleep.

Sixty-Five.

It was five o'clock in the morning when Sammy Nilsson and Ola Haver stepped into the Arlanda police headquarters. The combination of morning fatigue with the tension that had mounted the previous day meant that neither one of them was particularly talkative during the short ride to the airport. the morning when Sammy Nilsson and Ola Haver stepped into the Arlanda police headquarters. The combination of morning fatigue with the tension that had mounted the previous day meant that neither one of them was particularly talkative during the short ride to the airport.

Now they were greeted by a shamelessly alert colleague. He introduced himself as ke Holmdahl. Sammy Nilsson had a vague memory of having seen him before. Maybe they had been at school at the same time?

"Hi there, Nilsson. So you're still around.""Got no choice."

"I see that the daily special is one or two Mexican delicacies. This should be a real pleasure. And your name is Haver? Gud som haver barnen kar," Gud som haver barnen kar," Holmdahl quoted the well-known psalm "G.o.d who holds the children dear." "But you must have heard that one before? Okay, let me tell you a little bit about how we've planned things out. We have people outside and in the hall, next to Avis as well as the check-in. Two officers have been stationed by the gate and two canine units are on call. All personnel have been briefed and instructed not to act until further orders. Maybe you saw them on the way in?" Holmdahl quoted the well-known psalm "G.o.d who holds the children dear." "But you must have heard that one before? Okay, let me tell you a little bit about how we've planned things out. We have people outside and in the hall, next to Avis as well as the check-in. Two officers have been stationed by the gate and two canine units are on call. All personnel have been briefed and instructed not to act until further orders. Maybe you saw them on the way in?"

Sammy Nilsson shook his head.

"Fantastic!" Holmdahl snorted. "But maybe you saw a car pulled over with engine troubles? That's Olofsson. That's usually his role. He will report to us if an Opel Zafira goes by. We have a couple of more cars in motion."

Ola Haver nodded.

"Our Norrtalje colleagues are also in place. It's their man, after all. If Alavez, number one or two, turn up we'll nab him."

Sammy Nilsson's mood was gradually improving. It was as if his colleague's enthusiasm and confidence were catching.

"Is there any coffee?" he asked.

"Are you kidding?" Holmdahl said, and Sammy Nilsson realized that even he had teenage children.

"Come with me and we'll get you some. Have you had breakfast?"

Holmdahl led Nilsson and Haver to a small kitchen.

"The plane leaves at a quarter past eight, isn't that right?" Ola Haver asked.

"BA to London and then on to Mexico City."

Ola Haver gave a big yawn.

"I wish I had a ticket," he said.

At half past nine they concluded their failure. Manuel Alavez had neither returned the rental car nor checked in for the flight to London. concluded their failure. Manuel Alavez had neither returned the rental car nor checked in for the flight to London.

ke Holmdahl was muted. Sammy Nilsson and Ola Haver were grumpy. They felt duped.

"We should have known," Haver said. "He wouldn't have been this stupid."

"We'll have to try something else," Holmdahl said.

Sammy Nilsson suddenly remembered where he had seen him. The Arlanda colleague had worked in the patrol division at Uppsala for a brief period of time.

Both of the Uppsala detectives took the motorway north. They had already called a disappointed Ann Lindell and told her they had come up with nothing.

When they were just pa.s.sed the exit to Knivsta, Lindell called back.

Sammy Nilsson answered and then pulled over by the side of the road, looked around and started to back up to the exit.

"What are you doing?" Haver said perplexed.

"We missed him," Sammy Nilsson said. "I'll bet you anything that Alavez was at Arlanda, but somehow he spotted our welcoming committee. The rental car has turned up in Rotebro."

He reached the Knivsta exit, turned down, went under the E4, then drove up onto the motorway again, this time in a southerly direction.

They arrived just after Tomas Ahlinder from forensics in Uppsala. The Opel was neatly parked not far from the commuter train station. Next to the car was a policeman in uniform and a man in civilian dress, whom Haver and Nilsson a.s.sumed was a colleague.

The latter, who said his name was Persson, turned out to be the one who had noticed the car. He lived in Rotebro and every day he took the commuter train to his office in Kungsholmen, in Stockholm.

"Sometimes my brain works," he said with a laugh. "I happened to see the APB yesterday. I remember thinking that it was an unusual make for a rental car. And then today I catch sight of a Zafira with a somewhat odd license plate number."

Sammy Nilsson looked at the plates, on which three letters formed the word RAR RAR.

"What do you say, Ahlinder?"

"I'll do an initial search and then we'll tow it to Uppsala. If that's all right," he added.

"No problem for me," the uniformed policeman said. "We're just happy to be rid of it. Are there drugs in the car?"

Sammy Nilsson nodded. He circled the car and looked in through the windows but saw nothing of interest.

"When was it left here?" he asked.

"Late last night or this morning, if I have to guess," Persson said. "I walked by here around seven o'clock last night and I don't think it was here then."

"Okay," Nilsson said. "We'll ask around. It's possible someone saw something."

He nodded at the small grocery store directly across the street.

"I'll start there," he said. "Ola, can you take the kiosk over there?"

One hour later, Nilsson and Haver decided to head back. A tow truck had already loaded up the Opel onto the flatbed for transport to Uppsala. Haver decided to head back. A tow truck had already loaded up the Opel onto the flatbed for transport to Uppsala.

The door-to-door efforts in the neighborhood had already yielded results. It was the manager of the small grocery who, shortly before seven that morning, had observed a light-haired man next to the car. He had noticed that the man was wearing sungla.s.ses even though it was not a sunny morning. As the grocer was setting up an advertis.e.m.e.nt on the sidewalk, he had seen the man walk toward the commuter train station.

That was all.

"Light-haired," Sammy Nilsson said as they overtook the towtruck on the motorway. "Can it have been an accomplice?"

"If he had something to do with the car," Ola Haver said. "We don't know if he was the one who parked it there."

"It's thin," Sammy Nilsson agreed. "But if the car really was left there early in the morning then it could work. Alavez parks the car, because he doesn't want the car to be sighted near Arlanda, gets himself to the airport somehow, sees something that makes him suspicious, and skips the flight."

"It doesn't add up," Haver objected.

"What?"

"It just doesn't add up," Haver maintained, without explaining what he meant.

"No, I know," Sammy Nilsson said with resignation.

When they reached the police station there was a certain commotion in the division. Fredriksson and Bea were in Ottosson's office. station there was a certain commotion in the division. Fredriksson and Bea were in Ottosson's office.

"Has something happened?" Sammy asked, reading the excitement in their eyes.

"A guy who claims to be Armas's son has just turned up," Ottosson said. "Lindell is talking to him right now."

"Did he seek us out of his own accord?" Haver asked.

"Is he blond?" Sammy wondered.

"No, he has a shaved head, and he came here on his own," Ottosson replied.

"What did he say?"

"That he wanted to talk to someone who was investigating the murder of his father."

"Does he speak Swedish?"

"English," Ottosson said. "We'll have to wait for Lindell's report."

Sammy Nilsson told him about the Opel in Rotebro and how little they had managed to find out. Maybe, just maybe, a blond man with sungla.s.ses could be tied to the car.

"An accomplice," Fredriksson said and Sammy sighed heavily.

Lindell came back ten minutes later. She shook her head as soon as she saw her colleagues gathered in the lunchroom. later. She shook her head as soon as she saw her colleagues gathered in the lunchroom.

"I need something strong," she said and sat down.

"What did he say?"

Lindell told them that Armas's son was thirty-two years old and named Anthony Wild. He was born in England. His mother was English, and missing for many years. Her son thought she was living in Southeast Asia. Armas and Anthony had never lived under the same roof. Armas left when the mother was pregnant, but they had intermittent contact. The last time was about a year ago. Anthony had been in Sweden once before. That was over twenty years ago when he had visited his father who lived in Copenhagen. They had taken the ferry across to Malmo for the day.

"Did you ask about the video?" Fredriksson interrupted.

Lindell smiled. Yes, Anthony had been an "actor" for several years. He admitted to having partic.i.p.ated in p.o.r.n films and did not seem particularly embarra.s.sed about it. In fact, he had bragged that he was one of the more successful ones in the business.

"What does he want?" Ottosson asked.

"To claim his inheritance, I'd say, even if he did also seem genuinely griefstruck. He returned several times to the question of how Armas had died. And then he wanted to talk to Slobodan. They had never met but Anthony knew that Armas and Slobodan had worked together for many years. Maybe he thought Armas owned part of the restaurants, what do I know?"

"Has he been to Mexico?"

Lindell felt as if she was at a press conference, where the questions came from all directions. This time it was Bea.

"Several times. He said that if you live in southern California you often travel down to what he called 'Basha.'"

"Ba-ha," Haver corrected.

"Ba-ha," Lindell repeated in an exaggerated way, and then went on. "Wild had never been to Guadalajara or our friend the tattoo artist, and he did not know that Armas and Slobodan had been to Mexico."

"How did he find out Armas was dead?"

"Through the film company. We made several inquiries with them and then we mentioned Armas's death in order to create more urgency for them to give us a name."