better go. He’ll be mad if I’m late.”
“Who’ll be mad, your dad?”
Nicky laughs. “I haven’t got a dad, silly!”
“Your mum, I mean.”
“No, Ariados will be mad. He’s coming to pick up some things.” Nicky looks uncertainly at Kennet, then down at the ground. “Can you give me some money? Because if I haven’t got enough, he has to punish me.”
“Wait a minute,” says Kennet, who is beginning to pay attention to what Nicky is saying. “Is it Wailord who wants money from you?” Nicky has begun to wander away from the newspaper stand, and Kennet follows, asking again. “Is it Wailord who wants money?”
“Are you crazy? Wailord? He’d swallow me up. But the others, they … they can swim to him.”
Nicky looks back over his shoulder. Kennet tries again. “Who wants money from you?”
“Ariados, I told you,” the boy says impatiently. “Have you got any money? I can do something if I get the money. I can give you a little bit of power.”
“There’s no need,” says Kennet, taking out his wallet. “Will twenty kronor be enough?”
Nicky laughs delightedly, pushes the note in his pocket, and runs off down the road without even saying goodbye.
Kennet sets off after him, trying to make sense of what he’s heard. When he turns the corner, he sees Nicky waiting at the crossing for the light to change. It looks as if he’s heading for the library in the square. Kennet follows him across the road, stopping by a cash machine when Nicky stops. Now the big boy is stomping around impatiently by the fountain outside the library. The lighting is poor, but Kennet can see he’s fingering the soil in his pocket all the time.
Suddenly a younger boy walks straight through the shrubbery next to the dental centre and out into the square. He approaches Nicky, stops in front of him, and says something. Nicky immediately lies down on the ground and holds out the money. The boy counts it and pats Nicky on the head, then suddenly grabs hold of his collar, urging him to the edge of the fountain. Nicky crawls over and allows his face to be pushed down into the water. Kennet’s instinct is to go to him, but he forces himself to stay where he is. He’s here to find Benjamin. He must not scare off the boy who might be Wailord or who might lead him to Wailord. He stands, tensing his jaws, counting the seconds before he has to rush over. Nicky’s legs jerk and kick and Kennet sees the inexplicable calm on the other boy’s face as he lets go. Nicky slumps on the ground next to the fountain, wheezing and coughing. The boy gives Nicky a last pat on the shoulder and walks away.
Finally Kennet can hurry after the boy, through the bushes and down a muddy grass slope to a path. He follows him past several apartment blocks, until the boy goes inside one. Kennet speeds up and grabs the door before it closes, following the boy into the lift, where he manages to see that he has pressed the button for the sixth floor. Kennet gets off at the sixth floor as well, hesitates, pretends to search through his pockets, and watches the boy go over to one of the doors and pull out a key.
“Hey, son, got a moment?” says Kennet casually.
The boy does not react, so Kennet goes over, grabs hold of his jacket, and spins him around.
“Let go of me, Pops,” says the boy, looking him straight in the eye.
“Don’t you know it’s against the law to demand money from people?”
Kennet is looking into a pair of slippery, surprisingly calm eyes.
“Your surname is Johansson,” says Kennet, glancing at the door.
“That’s right.” The boy smiles. “What’s your name?”
“Detective Inspector Kennet Sträng.”
The boy simply stands there looking at him, showing no sign of fear.
“How much money have you taken from Nicky?”
“I don’t take any money. If people want to give it to me, that’s their business. I don’t take it. Everybody’s happy, nobody’s upset.”
“I’m going to have a word with your parents.”
“Whatever.”
“Shall I do that?”
“Oh, no, please don’t,” says the boy mockingly.
Kennet rings the bell, and he and the boy wait until the door is opened by a fat sunburned woman.
“Good afternoon,” says Kennet. “I’m a detective inspector, and I’m afraid your son is in a bit of trouble.”
“My son? I haven’t got any children,” she says.
Kennet notices that the boy is gazing at the floor, smiling.
“You don’t know this boy?”
“Could I see your police ID, please?” the fat woman says.
“This boy is—”
The boy interrupts. “He hasn’t got any ID.”
“Oh, yes, I have,” Kennet lies.
“He’s not a cop,” says the boy, taking out his wallet. “Here’s my bus pass, I’m more of a cop than—”
Kennet grabs the boy’s wallet.
“Give that back.”
“I just want to take a look,” says Kennet.
“He said he wanted to suck my dick,” says the boy.
“I’m calling the police,” says the woman, sounding scared.
Kennet pushes the lift button. The woman looks around, hurries out, and starts banging on the doors of the other apartments.
“He gave me money,” the boy tells her, “but I didn’t want to go with him.”
The lift doors glide open. A neighbour opens the door with the security chain on.
“You damn well better leave Nicky alone in future,” says Kennet quietly.
“He’s mine,” the boy replies.
The woman is shouting for the police. Kennet gets in the lift, presses the green button, and the doors close. Sweat is pouring down his back. The boy must have noticed he was tailing him from the fountain, and tricked him into following him all the way to a strange apartment. The lift moves slowly downward, the light flashes, the steel cables above bang loudly. Kennet looks inside the boy’s wallet: almost a thousand kronor, a membership card for a video shop, a bus pass, and a creased blue card with THE SEA, LOUDDSVÄGEN 18 on it.
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sunday, december 13 (feast of st lucia): afternoon
