turned her back to him.
"It's not your fault, Greger," she said when she heard him get in beside her.
"You're not well," he said. "I want you to stay at home for a few days."
He put an arm around her shoulders. She did not to push him away, but she was completely passive. He bent over, kissed her cautiously on the neck, and held her.
"There's nothing you can say or do to make the situation any better. I know I need to take a break. I feel as though I've climbed on to an express train and discovered that I'm on the wrong track."
"We could go sailing for a few days. Get away from it all."
"No. I can't get away from it all."
She turned to him. "The worst thing I could do now would be to run away. I have to sort things out first. Then we can go."
"O.K," Beckman said. "I'm not being much help."
She smiled wanly. "No, you're not. But thanks for being here. I love you insanely - you know that."
He mumbled something inaudible.
"I simply can't believe it's Fredriksson," Berger said. "I've never felt the least bit of hostility from him."
Linder was just wondering whether she should ring Berger's doorbell when she saw the lights go off on the ground floor. She looked down at Fredriksson. He had not said a word. He was quite still. She thought for a long time before she made up her mind.
She bent down and grabbed the handcuffs, pulled him to his feet, and leaned him against the wall.
"Can you stand by yourself?" she said.
He did not answer.
"Right, we'll make this easy. You struggle in any way and you'll get the same treatment on your right leg. You struggle even more and I'll break your arms. Do you understand?"
She could hear him breathing heavily. Fear?
She pushed him along in front of her out on to the street all the way to his car. He was limping badly so she held him up. Just as they reached the car they met a man out walking his dog. The man stopped and looked at Fredriksson in his handcuffs.
"This is a police matter," Linder said in a firm voice. "You go home." The man turned and walked away in the direction he had come.
She put Fredriksson in the back seat and drove him home to Fisksatra. It was 12.30 and they saw no-one as they walked into his building. Linder fished out his keys and followed him up the stairs to his apartment on the fourth floor.
"You can't go into my apartment," said Fredriksson.
It was the first thing he had said since she cuffed him. She opened the apartment door and shoved him inside.
"You have no right. You have to have a search warrant - "
"I'm not a police officer," she said in a low voice.
He stared at her suspiciously.
She took hold of his shirt and dragged him into the living room, pushing him down on to a sofa. He had a neatly kept two-bedroom apartment. Bedroom to the left of the living room, kitchen across the hall, a small office off the living room.
She looked in the office and heaved a sigh of relief. The smoking gun. Straightaway she saw photographs from Berger's album spread out on a desk next to a computer. He had pinned up thirty or so pictures on the wall behind the computer. She regarded the exhibition with raised eyebrows. Berger was a fine-looking woman. And her sex life was more active than Linder's own.
She heard Fredriksson moving and went back to the living room, rapped him once across his lower back and then dragged him into the office and sat him down on the floor.
"You stay there," she said.
She went into the kitchen and found a paper carrier bag from Konsum. She took down one picture after another and then found the stripped album and Berger's diaries.
"Where's the video?" she said.
Fredriksson did not answer. Linder went into the living room and turned on the T.V. There was a tape in the V.C.R., but it took a while before she found the video channel on the remote so she could check it. She popped out the video and looked around to ensure he had not made any copies.
She found Berger's teenage love letters and the Borgsjo folder. Then she turned her attentions to Fredriksson's computer. She saw that he had a Microtek scanner hooked up to his P.C., and when she lifted the lid she found a