The Sins of our Fathers by Åsa Larsson EPUB & PDF Details – eBook Online
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- Authors: Åsa Larsson
- Language: English
- Genre: Murder Thrillers
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The man at the other end told her his name and explained that he owned
the village shop in Junosuando.
“I’m ringing about your brother,” he said, “Henry Pekkari. He hasn’t
been to the shop for the last three weeks.”
Ragnhild realised she ought to say something. But that notion went
weak at the knees, it had to try and fumble its way to the front of her brain
like a patient on Valium. Not a word passed her lips. The shop owner
continued:
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“It could be nothing though. Only, Henry usually comes in every
Thursday when we get the weekend deliveries from the alcohol monopoly.
Hello, oletko sielä?”
“Yes, I’m here,” Ragnhild managed to say.
“Oh right, I thought we’d been disconnected. Anyway, there have been
times he hasn’t turned up of course. Like now when the ice is getting a bit
iffy. He might be stuck on the island. And that could last for weeks. It’s just
in that event he’d call as a rule. He’s out there in that house all on his own,
isn’t he, so when he can’t make the trip, he phones to let us know. The
people here in the shop are the only ones he gets to meet and talk to after
all. I’ve been trying to get through to him, yesterday and this morning. But
he isn’t answering.”
“Is that right?” Ragnhild said in a tone of voice she knew made others
feel as though they were a Jehovah’s Witness on the porch, holding out a
colour pamphlet announcing the imminent advent of the kingdom of God.
A tone she had occasionally used on relatives who were being difficult,
on the head of the clinic and his team rather frequently.
She looked at the pot. The coffee was already cold. She could re-boil it
but it would taste like cat’s piss.
Serves me right, she thought. My last cup will be one of those iced
coffees.
“In any case,” the shop owner said, “I thought you might have heard
from him.”
“I haven’t had any contact with Henry for thirty-one years,” Ragnhild
Pekkari said. “You must know that. Like everyone else in Junis.”
“You’re brother and sister all the same, so I thought I should ring you
anyway,” the shopkeeper said defensively.
She noticed that he said “I thought” in every other sentence. Even
though he couldn’t really think past the end of his nose.
“Well, sorry for disturbing you,” the shopkeeper said in conclusion. “I
actually rang the police in Kiruna first. But they said there was no way they
could land a helicopter on the island when the snow’s like mashed potato.”
He was about to hang up. She could imagine him saying to the people
who worked with him: “That Ragnhild Pekkari’s not bloody right in the
head, it was like she couldn’t care less.”
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