“I’m Detective Inspector Huss. I’d like to ask you something.”
She started to take out the picture of the dragon and the character when his husky voice rose to a falsetto and he shouted, “Get out! This is my store. Out!”
“Why? I just want to ask for your help.”
In order to pique his curiosity, she added, “It has to do with a murder.”
He didn’t take his eyes off her but he didn’t say anything. Encouraged, Irene said, “You’ve probably heard about the body parts we found at Killevik. We don’t know who the victim is, but it’s a man, and he has this tattoo on his right shoulder.”
She held out the paper to Tim, who willingly accepted it. He was startled by the image. After a long inspection he said, “Damn fine work.”
“Could anyone in Göteborg have made it?”
He shook his head. “Hardly.”
“I spoke to the guy at MC-tattoo. He said that the tattoo appears to be Asian. Do you think so, too?”
“Exactly. Japanese.”
Irene was surprised.
“Not Chinese?”
“No. It’s Japanese.”
He handed the paper back and his body language said that the audience was over.
“THE TATTOOis unusual and very well done. This kind takes several days to do and was probably not done in Sweden. The theme is Asian and one of the guys said probably Japanese. Have I forgotten anything?” Superintendent Andersson summed up.
The superintendent, Irene, Jonny, and Hannu were sitting in Andersson’s office. It was almost five o’clock and they were going over what the day had provided in terms of new information.
“The character is Japanese,” said Hannu.
“Are you sure?” asked Jonny.
The others looked at Jonny reproachfully. Only he would question Hannu’s information. If Hannu said that the character was Japanese, then it was.
“Yes. It’s the sign for ‘man.’ ”
“Man,” the superintendent repeated thoughtfully.
“Why would you tattoo the sign for man?” asked Irene.
“He might have been so feminine that he was forced to. Like product information. At least for Japanese.” Jonny grinned.
Irene had grown very tired of Jonny’s ridiculous jokes a long time ago. She ignored his remark and continued, “But the dragon is special and well drawn. It should lead us to more information.”
She felt elated. The tattoo could bring them a bit closer to discovering the victim’s identity. Or could it? When she thought about it she became uncertain. They didn’t know who the man was or his nationality. They didn’t know where the tattoo was made. They didn’t know where or how the victim had died. The thought of not wanting to know flew through her brain for a second, but naturally she did want to know. She was, after all, a police officer.
“One of the parlors I went to thought that the dragon could have been drawn in Copenhagen or London,” said Jonny.
“Otherwise, it was done somewhere in Asia,” the superintendent said gloomily.
“But we know that the man wasn’t Asian. Maybe that points to its not having been made in Asia,” Irene objected.
“The way people get around these days, we can’t rule anything out,” said Jonny.
Andersson thought for a moment before he said, “I think it’s time to release the picture of the tattoo to the papers. They’ll get it tonight, so it will appear tomorrow. Someone may recognize it since it’s so unusual.”
“It’s strange that no one has missed him. A young man in his prime,” Irene said.
“He probably isn’t Swedish,” Jonny added.
“We should send the dragon out via Interpol. He may have been reported missing in another country,” Andersson said. “I’ll contact Interpol tomorrow afternoon if the papers don’t draw a response.”
Before Irene went home for the day she made a call to Tommy to see how he was doing. His ten-year-old daughter answered. “Persson.”
“Hi, Sara. It’s Irene. Is your pappa home?”
“No. He’s walking around the neighborhood to exercise a bit.”
“Is he having a hard time walking?”
“Yeah. He’s stiff. Oh! Is it true that Sammie’s a father?”
“Of course. Three of them. One boy and two girls.”
“Oooh! How old are they?”
Irene had to think. At the same time an idea started to take shape. “The puppies are almost five weeks. They are sooooo adorable!” she replied.
“Can I come and see them? Can I?”
“Of course. Bring your father now that he’s off work and come over when you can. But telephone first. The puppies are with their mother so we have to call her family and see if they are home.”
They said good-bye and hung up. Irene felt slightly guilty, since Tommy was her best friend.