fire in the air. The dog starts barking again. The floor in the corridor is colder. She doesn’t bother trying to be quiet. She feels like slamming the toilet door several times. She couldn’t care less about Almira getting angry and throwing things at her.
The old tiles creak gently. Nina carries on towards the toilets, but stops when she feels something wet under her right foot. A dark puddle is seeping out from under the door to the isolation room where Miranda is sleeping. At first Nina just stands still, unsure of what to do, but then she notices that the key is in the lock.
Very odd.
She reaches out for the shiny handle, opens the door, goes inside and switches the light on.
There’s blood everywhere – dripping, shining, oozing.
Miranda is lying on the bed.
Nina takes a few steps back, doesn’t even notice that’s she’s wet herself. She reaches out to the wall for support as she sees the bloody shoeprints on the floor, and thinks she’s going to faint.
She turns around and rushes out into the corridor, opens the door of the next room, turns the light on and goes over and shakes Caroline’s shoulder.
‘Miranda’s hurt,’ she whispers. ‘I think she’s been hurt.’
‘What are you doing in my room?’ Caroline asks, sitting up in bed. ‘What the hell’s the time?’
‘There’s blood on the floor!’ Nina shouts.
‘Just calm down.’
Nina is breathing far too fast as she looks into Caroline’s eyes. She has to make her understand, but at the same time is surprised by her own voice, and the fact that she’s dared to shout in the middle of the night.
‘There’s blood everywhere!’
‘Be quiet,’ Caroline hisses, and gets out of bed.
Nina’s cries have woken the others; she can already hear voices from the other rooms.
‘Come and look!’ Nina says, scratching her arms anxiously. ‘Miranda looks funny, you have to come and look at her, you …’
‘Can you just calm down? I’ll come and look, but I’m sure …’
They hear a scream from the corridor. It’s little Tuula. Caroline hurries out. Tuula is staring into the isolation room, her eyes open wide. Indie comes out into the corridor, scratching one armpit.
Caroline pulls Tuula away, but still has time to see the blood on the walls and Miranda’s white body. Her heart is beating fast. She stands in Indie’s way, thinking that none of them need to see any more suicides.
‘There’s been an accident,’ she explains quickly. ‘Can you take everyone to the dining room, Indie?’
‘Has something happened to Miranda?’ Indie asks.
‘Yes, we need to wake Elisabet.’
Lu Chu and Almira come out from the same room. Lu Chu is only wearing a pair of pyjama trousers, and Almira is wrapped in the duvet.
‘Go to the dining room,’ Indie says.
‘Can I wash my face first?’ Lu Chu asks.
‘Take Tuula with you.’
‘What the hell is going on?’ Almira asks.
‘We don’t know,’ Caroline replies curtly.
While Indie tries to get everyone into the dining room, Caroline hurries along the corridor to the staff’s overnight room. She knows Elisabet takes sleeping pills and never hears when any of the girls are running about at night.
Caroline bangs on the door as hard as she can.
‘Elisabet, you have to wake up,’ she cries.
No response. Not a sound.
Caroline carries on, past the registration room to the nurses’ office. The door is open, so she goes in, picks up the phone and calls Daniel, the first person she thinks of.
The line crackles.
Indie and Nina come into the office. Nina’s lips are white, she’s moving weirdly, and her body’s shaking.
‘Wait in the dining room,’ Caroline snaps.
‘What about the blood? Did you see the blood?’ Nina screams, drawing blood as she scratches her right arm.
‘Daniel Grim,’ a tired voice says over the phone.
‘It’s me, Caroline – there’s been an accident here, and Elisabet won’t wake up, I can’t wake her, so I called you, I don’t know what to do.’
‘I’ve got blood on my feet,’ Nina yells. ‘I’ve got blood on my feet …’
‘Calm down,’ Indie shouts, and tries to take Nina out of the room.
‘What’s going on?’ Daniel asks in a voice that’s suddenly very awake, and very focused.
‘Miranda’s in the cell, it’s full of blood,’ Caroline replies, then swallows hard. ‘I don’t know what we …’
‘Is she badly hurt?’ he asks.
‘Yes, I think … well, I …’
‘Caroline,’ Daniel interrupts. ‘I’m going to call an ambulance, then …’
‘But what should I do? What should …’
‘See if Miranda needs help, and try to wake Elisabet,’ Daniel replies.
The emergency call centre in Sundsvall is located in a three-storey brick building on Björneborgsgatan, next to Bäckparken. Jasmin doesn’t usually have any trouble with the night-shift, but she’s feeling unusually tired now. It’s four o’clock in the morning, and the worst part of the night has passed. She’s sitting in front of the computer with her headset on, and blows on the mug of black coffee. In the staffroom they’re still laughing and joking. The day before, the tabloids ran a story about one of the police’s emergency operators earning a bit extra on the side, from telephone sex. It turned out that she just had an administrative job with a company that ran sex chat-lines, but the tabloids made it sound like she was dealing with both types of call in the emergency call centre.
Jasmin looks past the screen and out through the window. It hasn’t started to get light yet. An articulated lorry rumbles past. There’s a streetlamp further along the road. Its weak light illuminates
