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FIVE

The first thing I noticed about Tobias Olsen as he kicked open the door and stepped inside the room where I was standing was the Glock pistol he held with both hands, pointed directly at my legs. The second was the police uniform under his open leather jacket. I slowly raised my hands and grinned, even though my bottom lip and chin felt like they were quivering uncontrollably.

“Hey, Tobias,” I managed to enunciate, since it felt like all the saliva had disappeared from my mouth. “Been a long time.”

Tobias lowered the gun and squinted at me through pale green eyes. He was over six feet and on the husky side, big enough to put the fear of God into me. “As I live and die, if it ain’t Maja Larson.” He lowered the gun and clicked on the safety before slipping it back into the holster on his right hip. “It’s been over twenty years, but you haven’t changed much.”

“The last time I saw you was high school graduation. You’ve taken up with the law, I see.”

“Sorry about your old man,” Tobias said, the corners of his mouth drooping momentarily. “Still, you shouldn’t have crossed the police tape, Maja. Figured you’d know better.”

I shrugged. “Just felt like something I had to do.”

Tobias ran a hand through his bristly grey hair as he looked around the room. His eyes rested on the two boxes I’d opened. “Find anything interesting?” he asked as he crossed the floor to look inside.

“Just some books. This used to be my bedroom.” I didn’t know why I felt I had to explain.

“I remember,” Tobias said.

“That’s funny.” I tried to look into his eyes to see what he’d meant by that remark, but they stayed fixed on the boxes. “I don’t remember you ever being in my bedroom.”

“You had all the guys dreaming. You must have known that, Maja. Every red-blooded boy in high school with an iota of testosterone knew where you slept every night.”

I felt myself blushing. I lowered my head and started for the door. “You’re as full of shit now as you were when we were teenagers, Tobias Olsen,” I said.

He laughed. “How about we go into town and I buy you breakfast as a peace offering?” I could hear him rise from where he’d squatted to open one of the box lids and follow behind me.

I reached the door and put my hand around the doorknob. I turned and pretended to be considering his offer. “Okay,” I said after a few beats. It would be a good chance to find out what he knew about who’d murdered my dad. Besides, I’d become hungry all of a sudden, and the thought of scrambled eggs, bacon and another cup of coffee was more appealing than poking around in my father’s cold, depressing house.

Tobias followed me through town to Frida’s Coffeeshop, which was located on a flat piece of land at the base of a hill. If I’d kept going on the same road, at the top of the hill, I could have turned left onto Highway 61 to head north to the border. Frida owned a motel and some cottages that were strung out like a necklace around the bay. It was a pretty spot to have breakfast.

We found a table near the window. I sat so I could see the woods and snow stretching down the incline toward the frozen lake while Tobias angled himself so he had his back to the wall and a good view of the room.

After the coffee’d been poured and we’d placed our orders to a younger version of Frida, likely a granddaughter, Tobias leaned forward and studied me as if I had something written across my forehead. “I see you got married,” he said finally. “Word was you became a doctor and moved to Toronto or somewhere up in the wilds of Canada.”

“Ottawa, actually. I married a businessman named Sam Cleary. We met through a friend when I was visiting her in New York City. My name’s Maja Cleary now.”

“He’s Canadian?”

“Yup.”

“So you took his name and followed him to Ott ee wa. Never been there myself. Would you recommend it as a place to end up?”

“You’d probably miss the lake. We have rivers but nothing like Superior.” I took a sip of coffee and set down my mug. “What about you? Did you ever leave Duved Cove?”

“I worked in Duluth for a few years, got married, had a kid, divorced and moved back here.”

“Do I know who you married?”

“Lindsey Schnerring. You might remember her. She was a year behind us in school.”

“Wasn’t she a cheerleader?”

“Yeah, that’d be her.” Tobias stopped talking and took a sip of coffee. He set the cup down. “I’m thinking about heading to Florida soon.”

“A transfer?”

“Sure. I’m getting tired of these winters and the snow. I want to try out beaches and heat for a bit.”

“Are there many from our high school still living around here?” I asked. I would never ask directly about the one person I craved to know about. When I’d turned my back on Duved Cove twenty years earlier, I’d never said Billy Okwari’s name again, not even to Jonas.

“Quite a few left from our class. Your buddy, Katherine Lingstrom, she married a dentist and moved to Madison. Her mom still lives in that house on Strathcona near your dad’s place. Do you keep in touch?”

I shook my head.

“Too bad. You two were joined at the hip all through school— and pretty nice hips at that. I guess time and distance can end any relationship.”

“I’m glad she’s doing so well.” I ignored his comment.

“Of course, your brother is still here. He’s got a few buddies in town from his original gang. Adrian and Fish. They’re both working at the mill.”

“Jonas mentioned Becky Holmes is working in the hospital.”

“She’s Becky Wilders now. There’s probably lots of people still around who you’d recognize, although we’ve aged enough that we’re all starting to look like our parents.”

I tried to hide my disappointment. Billy Okwari had been in our class at school but had been quiet and kept to himself—I’d say invisible to almost everyone else. It had taken me some time to realize he’d wanted it that way. No wonder Tobias didn’t give me any news of Billy now.

Our breakfasts arrived, and we ate without talking. I wasn’t as hungry as I’d thought. The eggs acquired a rubbery consistency as they cooled, and I knew they’d come out of a package. I put down my fork and looked at Tobias. “So what do you know about my father’s death? Have you any idea who killed him...or why?”

Tobias chewed on a piece of toast and waved the crust at my plate. He talked with his mouth full. “Should have warned you against the scrambled. If you want real eggs, you have to have fried or poached.” He looked around the room as if it held the answers. “Can’t tell you much about who’d want to kill your father,” he said before taking a swallow of coffee. “Your dad was well liked. He’d recently notified U.S. Customs that he’d be cutting back his hours to part-time, which doesn’t mean much as far as I can see. He also told them he was planning a vacation and needed a few months off. Not sure that was a cause for alarm either, but it marks a change in his pattern.”

“Nobody had threatened him?”

“Not that we’re aware of. Look, your dad was known for being opinionated, and he was a take-charge, bullish kind of man. That was balanced by his natural charisma and all around good nature. Bottom line, people liked him.”

“What about when he got let go from the police force?”

“Yeah, that was a long time ago, but apparently, people felt like your dad was set up. Nobody liked what happened to him, so he was pretty much handed the customs job.”

“How was he set up?”

Tobias slopped up the last of the egg yolk with the remainder of the toast and pushed aside his empty plate. He looked at me. His green eyes were thoughtful. “You really don’t know much about what happened?”

I shook my head. “My father never spoke about it to us.” I didn’t add that we’d been too scared to probe. The temper my father showed with us had not extended past the inside of our home.

I wasn’t surprised that everyone liked him. He’d been adept at hiding his rages behind a mask of good old boy charm. It seemed unlikely that Tobias knew I’d been estranged from my father. My father would never have let on. “After my mother died...”

Tobias shifted uneasily in his seat. “Yeah, sorry about that too. I never saw you around Duved Cove after the funeral. She died soon after your father’s dismissal, now that I think about it.” I could almost hear the gears in his head clicking.

“It wasn’t our best spring,” I said.

“No, I guess not.”

I reached behind me for my purse slung over the back of my chair. “Jonas said you’d let us know when we can have my father’s body. We’re going to have a quiet burial.”

Tobias waved aside my money. “This is on me. The autopsy is scheduled for later today in Duluth. I’m driving down there after I leave you. We’ll send your father’s body back tonight to the Fisk Funeral Home.”

“Thanks.”

“You staying up at Jonas’s then?”

“Yes. We’ll be waiting to hear from you if you find out anything.”

“I’m pretty sure the autopsy’s going to show he died from the shovel blow to the back of the head.” Tobias paused and added more gently, “At least it was quick.”

We left the warmth of the restaurant and headed to our cars. Tobias walked past his to mine and reached around me to swing my door open. As I lowered myself into the seat, he leaned over the top of the window and said, “Don’t go back into your father’s house until we’ve had a chance to go through it, Maja. Unfortunately, we don’t have the police force of a larger town, and Chief Anders is using up some leave and David Keating’s wife just had their fourth kid, so he’s been a little preoccupied.”

“Okay.” I wasn’t sure if I’d keep my promise, but it seemed best to let him think I would. “Is that the same Anders who was chief twenty years ago?

“The very same, but not for much longer. He’s easing into retirement. I’m organizing the goodbye party for March.”

“Nice seeing you again, Tobias.” I turned the key in the ignition.

“Likewise,” he said and grinned at me like I was someone worth smiling over. “It’s just too bad it was your father’s death that brought you home.” He sounded wistful, like he’d hoped I’d have made the trip for more nostalgic reasons.

“It’s not the way I’d want it either,” I said as I swung the door shut.

When I pulled onto the main road, I could still see Tobias in my rearview mirror, watching me from where he leaned against the hood of his squad car with his arms folded across his chest.

I found Jonas out back in his workshop. He was slicing up a board with a table saw and the loud grinding noise of the blade kept him from hearing my approach. Thick glasses protected his eyes from floating sawdust, and with his fly-away mass of blonde curls, he resembled a mad scientist hunched over some fiendish experiment. I waited for him to finish his handiwork so that I wouldn’t startle him. I used the time to look around.

Jonas was as meticulous as anyone I knew. He craved order, everything in its place and predictable. His workspace was organized and clean to the point of obsession. Hand tools hung in rows on the wall, while nails and other items were in pull-out boxes, carefully labeled. Directly in front of me was a wooden tabletop attached to the wall with a stool tucked underneath. He’d installed three fluorescent lights that illuminated every corner of the cedar-panelled room. The air smelled of sawdust, varnish and linseed oil—all comforting and solid. When Jonas finally saw me, he removed the glasses and smiled. “You were up early.”

“I went to Dad’s and had a look around.”

Jonas’s eyebrows shot up, and I knew I’d surprised him. “Was it like you remembered?”

“Pretty much. He had some new furniture and stuff. Same view out my bedroom window though. Where are Claire and Gunnar? I looked inside before I came back here, and they’re nowhere around.”

“They’ve gone to the school. Claire is getting some big art project ready for the kids tomorrow. She’s also trying to keep Gunnar from thinking about Dad’s death. Sam called this morning, by the way.” Jonas ran his hand back and forth along the wood, feeling for rough spots.

“I left Sam a message on the kitchen table that I was coming. He’d gone to New York on business, and I didn’t want to bother him.” My voice came out false in my own ears. In fact, I’d tried calling Sam in his hotel room the night before I’d left and again in the morning before leaving for the airport, but both times he hadn’t answered. Perversely, I’d chosen not to leave a voice mail. It struck me that I hadn’t thought of Sam since I’d stepped off the plane in Duluth.

“Have you eaten?” Jonas asked.

“Yes. Why don’t you finish what you’re working on and I’ll go amuse myself.”

“Okay. I’ll be up to the house in a bit.”

“Take your time,” I said as I turned to leave.

Sam answered on the second ring. “I’m sorry I wasn’t with you when you got the news,” he said. “Is it very bad being there?”

“No. It’s okay.”

“Still, it’s always a shock when a parent dies. It must have been sudden?”

I could have told him then that my father had been murdered, but for some reason, I didn’t. “It was...unexpected. The funeral’s in a few days so I’ll stay till then. Can you call Judith to let her know to cancel my patients for the next week?”

“Okay. Will it take that long?”

“I think so. There’s a bit to straighten out.”

“Was it a heart attack or stroke?”

“No. They’re still not certain. The autopsy will show the exact cause. How was your trip?”

Sam’s voice lightened, “Great. I sealed the deal, and it means a big bonus. I was hoping to take you out to celebrate, but that will have to wait.”

“Yes. But we can do that when I get home.” I heard a voice in the background saying something to Sam. “Is someone with you?”

There was muffled speaking then Sam removed his hand from over the receiver. “Lana stopped by with some papers I have to sign. George should be here any minute.”

“Well, I won’t keep you then,” I said, suddenly not wanting to keep the connection any longer.

“I’ll call tonight,” Sam said. “Try not to let your dad’s death get you down.”

“No,” I said. “That’s the last place I want to go.”