Читать книгу The Hypnotist - Ларс Кеплер - Страница 16

Joona Linna stepped out into the cold wind, over the shivering black-and-yellow crime tape, and into his car. The boy is alive, he thought. I have to meet the surviving witness.

From his car, Joona traced Josef Ek to the neurosurgical unit at Karolinska University Hospital in Solna. The forensic technicians from Linköping had supervised the securing of biological evidence taken from the boy’s person. His condition had since deteriorated.

It was after one in the morning when Joona headed back to Stockholm, arriving at the intensive care section of Karolinska Hospital just past two. After a fifteen-minute wait, the doctor in charge, Daniella Richards, appeared.

“You must be Detective Linna. Sorry to keep you waiting. I’m Daniella Richards.”

“How is the boy, doctor?”

“He’s in circulatory shock,” she said.

“Meaning?”

“He’s lost a lot of blood. His heart is attempting to compensate for this and has started to race—”

“Have you managed to stop the bleeding?”

“I think so, I hope so, and we’re giving him blood all the time, but the lack of oxygen could taint the blood and damage the heart, lungs, liver, kidneys.”

“Is he conscious?”

“No.”

“It’s urgent that I get a chance to interview him.”

“Detective, my patient is hanging on by his fingernails. If he survives his injuries at all, it won’t be possible to interview him for several weeks.”

“He’s the sole eyewitness to a multiple murder,” said Joona. “Is there anything you can do?”

“The only person who might possibly be able to hasten the boy’s recovery is Erik Maria Bark.”

“The hypnotist?” asked Joona.

She gave a big smile, blushing slightly. “Don’t call him that if you want his help. He’s our leading expert in the treatment of shock and trauma.”

“Do you have any objections if I ask him to come in?”

“On the contrary. I’ve been considering it myself,” she said.

Joona searched in his pocket for his phone, realised he had left it in the car, and asked if he could borrow Daniella’s. After outlining the situation to Erik Maria Bark, he called Susanne Granat at Social Services and explained that he was hoping to be able to talk to Josef Ek soon. Susanne Granat knew all about the family. The Eks were on their register, she said, because of the father’s gambling addiction, and because they had had dealings with the daughter three years ago.

“With the daughter?” asked Joona.

“The older daughter,” explained Susanne.

“So there is a third child?” Joona asked impatiently.

“Yes, her name is Evelyn.”

Joona ended the conversation and immediately called his colleagues in the Reconnaissance Division to ask them to track down Evelyn Ek. He emphasised repeatedly that it was urgent, that she risked being killed. But then he added it was also possible that she was dangerous, that she could actually have been involved in the triple homicide in Tumba.