a clatter when she put down the receiver. After a couple of minutes she returned.
“I found them. But I’ll have to bring the keys down to you. It’s a little silly, but I don’t know the code to the front door.”
“That’s okay. We’ll be waiting outside.”
ARJA WAS considerably younger than Sylvia. To Irene’s surprise, she realized that she and Arja were about the same age. It was difficult to see the resemblance to her older sister. Almost ten centimeters taller, with a powerful and slightly stocky figure, Arja was good looking in a typical Finnish way. She had thick light blond shoulder-length hair, high cheekbones, big clear blue eyes, and a wide mouth with beautiful, even teeth, revealed in an apologetic smile. She motioned at the dirty men’s shirt and worn jeans she was wearing and said, “Excuse me, but I’m helping Sylvia clean up. The funeral is on Thursday, so she wants the place to look nice.”
What was it Sylvia had once said? “Only Finns know how to clean properly.” It seemed as though she was sticking to that thesis. Arja pulled the keys out of her jeans pocket and asked, “Are these the right keys?”
“Yes, they are. And here are our IDs. It’s important that you know who you gave the keys to.”
Irene took out her police ID. Tommy and Fredrik followed her example, surprised. Arja glanced briefly at the card with the embossed metal seal and nodded.
Irene smiled and said, “After working on this investigation I know how Sylvia is. She’ll scold you if you don’t ask who you’re lending the keys to. But now you’ve seen our IDs and know for sure that we’re police officers.”
At first Arja looked surprised, but then her sapphire-blue eyes began to glitter mischievously, and a warm smile spread across her face.
“I can see that you do know my dear sister. Or more correctly, my half sister,” she said.
That explained the difference between them. Irene felt her curiosity urging her on. “Do you have the same father or the same mother?”
“The same mother. Sylvia’s father was killed during the Finnish-German offensive against the Soviet Union in June of ’forty-one. Sylvia was born seven months later. Mother remarried a cousin of her late husband. My father, that is.”
“Was it so that some ancestral estate would stay in the family?”
“No. The family’s property was located in Viborg province, which was ceded to Russia. We were wiped out after the war.”
“Is your father still alive?”
“No. He died of lung cancer ten years ago. Chain smoker.”
“And how is your mother doing?” Irene nodded up at the apartment.
Arja laughed. “She’s quite spry. Seventy-eight years old. She hears what she wants to, but otherwise there’s nothing wrong with her. She’s up there baking cookies for the funeral reception.”
“Funeral reception? Isn’t it going to be a large funeral, with pomp and splendor and a big dinner?”
It wasn’t a cop’s question, but a spontaneous expression of surprise straight from Irene’s heart.
Arja pursed her lips significantly. “If you know my sister so well, you also know that she is very frugal. It’s probably a remnant of our meager childhood. Keep up appearances, but it can’t cost anything! Sylvia thinks that a funeral reception for the closest mourners is sufficient. Guess who has to fix the sandwiches!”
She gave another warm smile, said good-bye to the detectives, and closed the beautiful front door.
IT WAS a big two-car garage. The red BMW was gone, but the Porsche was in place.
They closed the garage door behind them and turned on the overhead light. The witness two floors up was right. The door creaked and screeched terribly when it was opened or closed. The garage was deep and wide. The cars had plenty of room in the forward part. The back was obviously used for storage. Shelves all along the back wall held cartons, ladders, snow tires, a hose, slalom skis, two racing bikes painted metallic green with curved handlebars, and a lot of rope, cans, and boxes.
Irene looked around thoughtfully and asked, “Have the techs examined the garage thoroughly?”
Tommy shook his head. “No, just the car. The only strange thing about it is that they found traces of dirt or sand and oil in the trunk and inside on the floor of the car. Both at the base of the backseat and on the floor in front of the passenger’s seat.”
They went over to the car and opened the small trunk. On the bottom they could clearly see some dark oil spots, as big