Joona Linna Crime Series Books 1 and 2: The Hypnotist, The Nightmare

Then she sees that the front door is wide open.

She rushes to Benjamin’s room. Fast asleep. For a little while she just stands there, listening to his regular breathing.

As she walks towards the front door to close it, her heart almost stops. There is someone standing in the doorway. He nods to her and holds out an object. It takes a few seconds before she realises this is the paperboy and he’s handing her the morning paper. She says thank you and takes the paper from him; when she finally closes the door, she notices that her entire body is shaking.

She switches on all the lights and searches the entire apartment. Nothing seems to be missing.

Simone is on her knees mopping the water from the floor when Erik walks into the kitchen. He fetches a dish cloth, throws it on the floor, and starts to push it around with his foot.

“Someone leave the fridge door open? I must have done it sleep-walking,” he says.

“No,” she says wearily.

“The fridge is a classic, after all. I must have been hungry.”

“I’d know. I’m such a light sleeper, I wake up every time you turn over in bed or stop snoring. I wake up if Benjamin goes to the toilet. I can hear when—”

“Then you must have been sleepwalking.”

“Erik, this isn’t funny. Something woke me up and the front door was open.”

She falls silent, not sure she should have told him this.

“I could definitely smell cigarette smoke in the kitchen,” she says eventually.

Erik laughs.

Simone’s cheeks are stained with an angry flush. “Why are you laughing?”

“Come on, Sixan. One of the neighbours probably smoked a cigarette standing by the exhaust fan in their kitchen. I mean, the whole building shares a ventilation system. Or some terrible person had a cigarette on the stairs without thinking—”

“Can you be a little more patronising?” Simone interrupts.

He tries to reassure her. “Simone—”

“Why don’t you believe someone was here?” she asks angrily. “After all that crap about you that was in the papers? The prank calls? It’s hardly surprising if some lunatic tries to get in here and—”

“Just stop. This is not logical. Who on earth would come into our apartment, open the fridge and the freezer, smoke a cigarette, and then just leave?”

He tosses the wrung-out dish cloth back on the floor and begins swabbing with his foot again.

“I don’t know, Erik! I don’t know, but that’s what somebody has done!”

“Calm down,” says Erik irritably.

“Calm down?”

“Stop making such a fuss. I’m sure we’ll find a simple explanation.”

“I could feel there was someone in the apartment when I woke up,” she says, in a subdued voice.

He sighs and leaves the kitchen. Simone looks at the dirty grey cloth he was using.

Benjamin comes in and sits down in his usual place.

“Good morning,” says Simone.

He sighs and sits there with his head in his hands. “Why do you and Dad always lie about everything?”

“We don’t,” she says.

“Yeah, right.”

“What makes you think we do?”

He doesn’t reply.

“Are you thinking about what I said in the taxi from—”

“I’m thinking about a whole load of things,” he says loudly.

“There’s no need to shout at me.”

He sighs. “Forget I said anything.”

“I don’t know what’s going to happen between me and Dad. It’s not that simple,” she says. “Maybe we’re only fooling ourselves, but that’s not the same as lying.”

“According to you,” he says quietly.

“Is something else bothering you?”

“How come there aren’t any pictures of me when I was little?”

“Of course there are,” she answers with a smile.

“Not when I was first born,” he says.

“Well, you know I had had a miscarriage … it’s just that we were so happy when you were born, we forgot to take photographs. I know exactly what you looked like. You had wrinkled ears and—”

“Stop it!” yells Benjamin, and storms off to his room.

Erik comes into the kitchen and drops an analgesic into a glass of water. “What’s up with Benjamin?” he asks.

“I have no idea.”

Erik drinks from the glass over the sink.

“He says we lie about everything,” says Simone.