Her joy at having a job was blown away. Feo had said that everything would continue as before, but Eva had her doubts. How would the customers react? Who would want to eat at the trafficking center for a cocaine ring?
And what would Patrik and Hugo say?
She sat anesthetized at the kitchen table and recalled the joy she had felt earlier; the bike ride to the city and back, how she already felt more fit, the feeling of putting on the black skirt and the neat blouse, her new appearance that the hairstyle and her more conscious application of makeup gave her, the appreciation of the diners, that she had been given one hundred kronor by the young lovers, the talk with her coworkers, the incipient friendship with Tessie. Yes, everything that had happened at Dakar since the first nervous beginning had promised a different and better life.
And then Manuel. Why had she been so excited about him? Was it because he looked at her with both appreciation and a kind of respect behind the controlled desire? For surely his gazes and gestures indicated l.u.s.t. When they had been talking and laughing in the dishwashing area she had surprised herself in thinking: touch me! And it was as if her thoughts had unconsciously influenced Manuel. He became both shy and eager at the same time. The heat of the dishwasher made his dark skin bloom and the sweat that gleamed at his hairline made her want to brush his wild bangs aside and cool his brow with her hand.
Shame on me, she thought. I wanted him. Not enough that I worked for a drug lord, I desired a drug pusher who may have been involved in smuggling and who has a felon for a brother.
A brother who had been featured in the headlines of every newspaper. Eva was surprised that no one else at Dakar had reacted to the pictures of Manuel"s brother. Maybe they had been too upset about Slobodan"s arrest to reflect on the obvious resemblance between the Alavez brothers.
Eva stood up and walked to the bedroom to make her bed but ended up standing with the bedspread in her hand. Now she was back to her earlier life, with pa.s.sivity and anxiety for the future. Feo"s words that she could always find other waitressing gigs, if Dakar did end up closing, did not comfort her. That brief period of time at Dakar that was all she had to show for herself, how impressive was that?
A b.u.t.terfly fluttered outside the window but disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. Eva dropped the bedspread and sank down on the bed.
The dream was over so fast, she thought.
Sixty-One.
The Alavez brothers had been holed up in the shed for three days. They had not seen a single person. Sometimes they heard the muted roar of traffic and the cracking sound that they believed came from a weapon, a series of rhythmic salvos, and which they later realized must come from military training exercises. holed up in the shed for three days. They had not seen a single person. Sometimes they heard the muted roar of traffic and the cracking sound that they believed came from a weapon, a series of rhythmic salvos, and which they later realized must come from military training exercises.
In the evening of the first day, Manuel had walked back to the arts and crafts village. He had watched the parking lot for several hours before he had dared venture out. Now the car was parked in a tumbledown garage on the property.
On the morning of the second day, Manuel had raised a ladder against the side of the main house, climbed up and managed to open a window. In the kitchen they had found crackers, a box of canned food, and a packet of raisins. They brought up water from the well, and in an earth cellar they found some dusty jars of jam with the year 1998 written on the label.
They were used to meager diets and did not really want for anything. The lack of anything to do was worse. Patricio became anxious and irritable. Manuel had joked with him that he should be used to lying around on a cot, but Patricio had just muttered in reply.
Manuel had wondered if he should tell him about Armas"s death. It was only on the second day, when they were talking about the fat one and the tall one, that Manuel was struck by the fact that his brother knew nothing. In an unconscious way Manuel had simply a.s.sumed that Patricio knew what had happened by the river. He decided to say nothing.
Manuel had sawed the apple tree and piled the wood against the wall of the shed. Patricio had helped gather up the sticks that were left over.
The rest of the time was filled with pa.s.sive waiting.
Now it was one day before Manuel"s flight to Mexico was due to leave. They talked about how they should proceed and decided to go together to Arlanda. Patricio would use Manuel"s pa.s.sport and ticket in order to leave the country. Patricio had increasingly started to doubt the plan and raised objections. before Manuel"s flight to Mexico was due to leave. They talked about how they should proceed and decided to go together to Arlanda. Patricio would use Manuel"s pa.s.sport and ticket in order to leave the country. Patricio had increasingly started to doubt the plan and raised objections.
"How are you going to get home?"
"We"ve already talked about that," Manuel said grumpily. "I"m not wanted for anything. They can"t charge me with anything. I"ll go to the Mexican emba.s.sy and get a new pa.s.sport. I can say that I was drunk and lost both the pa.s.sport and the ticket and that I missed going to the airport. They can"t punish me for that."
"But if-"
"Stop it! Don"t you want to go home?"
Manuel had grown tired of Patricio"s nagging pessimism and got up from the bench outside the shed.
"I"m going into town tonight," he said abruptly.
Patricio looked up.
"Is that why you are so worried?"
"I"m not worried," Manuel snapped.
"What are you going to do there? We have everything."
"I have to ..."
Manuel left his brother without listening to the rest and walked up toward the edge of the woods, then he stopped halfway, returned to the shed and walked in. Patricio heard him bustle about inside.
A little while later Manuel emerged with a bag and a towel over his shoulder, walked over to the clothesline where his change of clothes were hanging, and pulled down a pair of pants and a T-shirt.
When Manuel started pumping up water and filling the washbasin, Patricio laughed.
"You want to look clean and nice," he observed.
Manuel looked up angrily, but when he saw Patricio"s expression he couldn"t help let out a chuckle.
May this go well, he thought. I want to see him happy in Mexico. He took off his clothes and soaped up his whole body. The sun sank behind the trees and he shivered. Patricio came over, filled a bucket of water, and poured it over Manuel.
"Now you will do," he said.
While the Alavez brothers were hiding in the forest outside Uppsala, the police continued their efforts to locate them as well as the other fugitive from Norrtalje, Jose Franco, who was still at large. hiding in the forest outside Uppsala, the police continued their efforts to locate them as well as the other fugitive from Norrtalje, Jose Franco, who was still at large.
The questioning of the two failed bank robbers, Brugger and Bjornsson, had not yielded anything. They claimed they had no idea where the other two had gone. Bjornsson had maintained that the Mexican, whose name he could not even remember, or so he said, had not been involved in planning the escape.
The police in Norrtalje, and the National Crime Division, who had immediately become involved, were working with the theory that Franco and Alavez had joined forces and were perhaps still together. They had systematically worked through the Spaniard"s network of contacts and most recent known addresses and haunts, without results. Jose Franco appeared to have been swallowed up by the earth.
A tip from a Tierp resident who claimed to have seen Patricio Alavez get on the train to Uppsala was deemed to be not very credible. In part because the witness was clearly intoxicated, not only when he called the police, but he had also, as he himself put it, been somewhat "in his cups" at the time he claimed to have noticed the Mexican on the platform in Tierp.
This tip never reached the Uppsala police.
The sessions with Slobodan Andersson stalled. He kept stubbornly to the story that he had received the bag from a stranger who had asked him to look after it for a day. The stranger was then going to pick it up from the restaurant. stalled. He kept stubbornly to the story that he had received the bag from a stranger who had asked him to look after it for a day. The stranger was then going to pick it up from the restaurant.
More difficult for the restauranteur was the fact that the police had found Konrad Rosenberg"s fingerprints on the plastic surrounding the cocaine packets. When Slobodan Andersson was asked to explain how this happened, he stopped talking for good.
Even his haughty lawyer looked stricken. Sammy Nilsson noted with satisfaction how impossible the situation was for Slobodan Andersson and how the lawyer gradually abandoned her somewhat intimate att.i.tude toward him. When he subsequently held his tongue throughout the next attempted round of questioning she openly showed her irritation.
Information on the brothers Alavez came back from Mexico with unexpected speed. Neither of them was known to the narcotics division. The elder of the two, Manuel, had been arrested for "disturbance of the peace" charges but had been freed after five days. What this actually meant was not spelled out in the e-mail from Comisario Adolfo Sanchez at the Policia Criminal in Oaxaca. came back from Mexico with unexpected speed. Neither of them was known to the narcotics division. The elder of the two, Manuel, had been arrested for "disturbance of the peace" charges but had been freed after five days. What this actually meant was not spelled out in the e-mail from Comisario Adolfo Sanchez at the Policia Criminal in Oaxaca.
A group with representatives from both the Norrtalje and Uppsala authorities had been formed. The Uppsala team included Inge Werner from the criminal information service, Sammy Nilsson from violent crimes, and Jan-Erik Rundgren from narcotics.
They were trying to connect the murder of Armas, the cocaine seized at Alhambra, and the escape from the Norrtalje prison. They had met twice in Uppsala but had not experienced much progress. Now the updates were conducted by telephone and mail.
Ann Lindell had conferred with her colleague Lindman from Vasters and discussed the arguments in favor of bringing in Lorenzo Wader for questioning. There were reasons for this. He had been observed at Dakar together with Konrad Rosenberg and together with Olaf Gonzalez at Pub 19. The waitstaff at both Dakar and Alhambra had also seen how Slobodan Andersson had conversed on several occasions with someone whom they knew as "Lorenzo." her colleague Lindman from Vasters and discussed the arguments in favor of bringing in Lorenzo Wader for questioning. There were reasons for this. He had been observed at Dakar together with Konrad Rosenberg and together with Olaf Gonzalez at Pub 19. The waitstaff at both Dakar and Alhambra had also seen how Slobodan Andersson had conversed on several occasions with someone whom they knew as "Lorenzo."
But Lindman was hesitant and resisted. Maybe a meeting would make Wader clam up. Lindman"s view was that Wader was not to be disturbed and that the investigation that he and the tax authorities in Stockholm had been pursuing for six months could be jeopardized.
Ann Lindell discussed the matter with Ottosson, who said that Lorenzo Wader should definitely be brought in. However, when Lindell and Ola Haver sought him out at Hotel Linne, they learned that he had checked out the day before.
When Lindell relayed this information to Lindman, he chuckled into the phone.
"He"s as slippery as an eel," Lindman said with evident satisfaction, a reaction that so irritated Lindell that she immediately flagged Lorenzo Wader in the register as significant to a current narcotics and murder investigation.
Together with Sammy Nilsson and Beatrice Andersson, Lindell tried to evaluate the situation in the three intertwined cases-Armas, Konrad, and Slobodan-and thereafter decide how to proceed. Beatrice Andersson, Lindell tried to evaluate the situation in the three intertwined cases-Armas, Konrad, and Slobodan-and thereafter decide how to proceed.
Armas"s murder was still unsolved, but in all likelihood they knew who the perpetrator was: Manuel Alavez. Whether he had acted in self-defense or not could not yet be determined.
Nothing had emerged that contradicted the idea that Konrad Rosenberg had overdosed. His connection to the cocaine cache and Zero"s claim that Konrad Rosenberg was a drug distributor clearly made him interesting, but they could get no further.
Sidstrom, who had now been discharged from the Akademiska Hospital, had acknowledged the connection to Rosenberg and admitted that he himself had "bought some" cocaine, though mainly for his own consumption but also that he had "sold some that was left over."
Slobodan Andersson was caught. He was awaiting sentencing on charges of drug possession and would presumably disappear from the restaurant world for many years to come-of this all three detectives were certain. There was the bag with two sets of fingerprints, Konrad"s and Slobodan"s. The only thing that could be considered unusual was the fact that they had found a number of dried leaves in the bag, which Allan Fredriksson had identified as hawthorne.
Slobodan"s silence and unwillingness to cooperate, however, had meant that the case opened and closed with him. Konrad was dead and could not add anything.
There was nothing to indicate that the staff at either Dakar or Alhambra were involved or knew about their boss"s hobby. The only uncertain card was Gonzalez. He had moved out of his apartment, a rented studio in Luthagen, and disappeared without a trace. This did not have to mean anything untoward. He had been fired and perhaps decided the best course of action was to leave town. One of the chefs at Dakar had said something about Gonzalez talking about going back to Norway. Lindell put Fryklund on it.
"We only have one hope," Lindell said, "and that is that Manuel Alavez tries to leave the country on his booked flight tomorrow."
"How likely is that?" Ola Haver asked. "Then he must be incredibly stupid."
"Let"s hope so," Lindell said with a shrug.
"How the h.e.l.l can two Mexicans lie so low?" Sammy Nilsson asked. "Someone must be helping them."
"They"re hanging in Mnkarbo," Lindell said with a tired grin.
Sixty-Two.
The inner yard was even darker than Manuel remembered. He looked around. Two windows in the level above Dakar were lit. Apart from this the entire courtyard was dark and he realized that the light on the wall, that earlier had blinked on and off, had now gone out for good. darker than Manuel remembered. He looked around. Two windows in the level above Dakar were lit. Apart from this the entire courtyard was dark and he realized that the light on the wall, that earlier had blinked on and off, had now gone out for good.
The wind had picked up and paper and other garbage was lifted up in tight whirls by the strong breeze.
He moved with the utmost caution, staying away from the rectangles of light that the illuminated windows created in the yard, crept over to the bike rack, and then to the garbage containers outside Dakar"s staff entrance. The stench was overpowering. A mixture of rotten fish and sour milk that made him hold his nose as he crouched down behind one of the containers.
After a while he grew used to the smell and was able to relax. He leaned against the wall in a pose reminiscent of all the hours he had sat waiting for work.
Suddenly one of the rectangles of light in the yard went out, and the lamp in the front hall of the entrance next to Dakar went on. Through the windows of the stairwell Manuel could see a man walk down the stairs and step out into the yard. Whistling, he unlocked a bike and left.
The stairwell went dark and Manuel"s heart rate slowly went back to normal.
He tried not to think about the fat one even if it bothered him that he had not been able to trip him up completely. Maybe he could get in touch with the police anonymously? During the days in the shed he had thought out various alternatives but dismissed them all. He could not risk Patricio"s flight out of the country with unnecessary maneuvers and contacts.
The fat one was perhaps on the other side of the door, several meters away, within reach, and yet not. It didn"t matter, because Manuel had decided never again to use force. It was a ridiculous decision, he realized this, for if he ever returned to Mexico the violence would be there as a reality. If he in the future partic.i.p.ated in a demonstration or a protest in the main square, then it would be under threat from batons and firearms. If he was attacked, would he then not defend himself, strike back? He did not know. Maybe the time of demonstrations was over now.
He had to wait for an hour until the door to Dakar opened. It was Feo. Manuel heard this from the curses that the Portuguese used when he lifted the lid of the garbage container. The lid shut with a bang and Feo closed the door behind him. Everything became quiet again.
Perhaps another thirty minutes went by. The door opened again. Manuel was struck with fear when he heard Eva"s voice. She yelled something into the kitchen, and he thought he heard Feo reply.
The door banged shut and Manuel heard Eva"s steps in the gravel. He looked out from behind the container. She was alone. He stood up slowly.
"Eva," he whispered softly.
She froze in the middle of unlocking her bike.
"It"s me, Manuel."
She turned slowly. He could tell she had trouble seeing him and so he stepped out further, while tilting his head up toward the illuminated window.
"You?"
Manuel nodded.
"What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to talk to you."
She shook her head but didn"t say anything. He took this as encouragement.
"I"ll be going home soon and I wanted to say good-bye."
"Why ..." she started energetically, then fell silent as if her voice had been carried off by the wind, or as if she could not find the right words in English.
"You think I"m lying, but I"m not," Manuel a.s.sured her and took another couple of steps forward.
"Stay where you are! Where is your brother?"
Manuel shook his head.
"This is not about him. This is about us. I don"t want to leave Sweden without saying it."
"What is it you want to say?"
Eva"s voice was hoa.r.s.e. He could hardly hear what she said.
"That I wish, that I want ... for you to visit my country."