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The Fire Witness
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2019
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‘What did you have to eat yesterday?’
‘Tacos,’ Tuula replies.
‘Was everyone there for dinner?’
She shrugs.
‘I think so.’
‘Miranda too? She had tacos yesterday evening as well?’
‘Can’t you just cut her stomach open and check? Haven’t you done that yet?’
‘No, we haven’t.’
‘Why not?’
‘We haven’t had time.’
Tuula smiles, and starts to pull at a loose thread on her trousers. Her nails have been bitten ragged, and her cuticles are torn.
‘I looked in the isolation room – it was pretty full-on,’ Tuula says, and starts to rock backwards and forwards.
‘Did you see the way Miranda was lying?’ Joona asks after a while.
‘Yes, like this,’ Tuula says quickly, and puts her hands in front of her face.
‘Why do you think she was doing that?’
Tuula kicks up the edge of the rug, then flattens it again.
‘Maybe she was frightened.’
‘Have you seen anyone else do that?’ Joona asks lightly.
‘No,’ Tuula says, and scratches her neck.
‘You don’t get locked in your rooms, then?’
‘It’s kind of like an open prison,’ Tuula smiles.
‘Do people often sneak out at night?’
‘I don’t.’
Tuula’s mouth becomes small and hard, and she pretends to fire her forefinger at the psychologist.
‘Why not?’ Joona asks.
She looks him in the eye and says quietly: ‘I’m scared of the dark.’
‘What about the others?’
Joona sees Lisa Jern standing there listening to them with an irritable frown between her eyebrows.
‘Yes,’ Tuula whispers.
‘What do they do when they sneak out?’
The girl looks down and smiles to herself.
‘They’re older than you, aren’t they?’ Joona goes on.
‘Yes,’ she replies, and blushes.
‘Do they meet boys?’
She nods.
‘Does Vicky do that too?’
‘Yes, she sneaks out at night,’ Tuula says, and leans closer to Joona.
‘Do you know who she goes to see?’
‘Dennis.’
‘Who’s that?’
‘I don’t know,’ she whispers, and licks her lips.
‘But his name is Dennis? Do you know his surname?’
‘No.’
‘How long is she usually gone?’
Tuula shrugs her shoulders and picks at a piece of tape that’s hanging from the seat of her chair.
31 (#ulink_28ec40e7-c041-5ddd-9e2d-51b2af99ca45)
The prosecutor, Susanne Öst, is waiting outside the Hotel Ibis beside a large Ford Fairlane. Her face is round and free from make-up. She’s got her blonde hair in a ponytail, and is dressed in long grey trousers and a smart grey jacket. It looks as if she’s been scratching her neck hard, and one wing of her shirt collar is sticking up.
‘Do you have any objections to me pretending to be a police officer for a while?’ she asks, and blushes.
‘On the contrary,’ Joona says, shaking her hand.
‘We’re busy knocking on doors, looking in garages, barns, car parks and so on,’ she says seriously. ‘We’re closing the net, there aren’t that many places you can hide a car …’
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