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Mellgren has previously had relationships with students?”
    “Of course. It happens all the time. It would be strange if Staffan gave a course and didn’t get mixed up with at least one of the female participants.”
    “How long as this been going on?”
    “For ten years at least.”
    “Does Mellgren’s wife know about his affairs?”
    “It would be hard for me to imagine that she’d accept something like that.”
    “You seem to know Mellgren well.”
    “We’ve worked together for over fifteen years.”
    “How has he managed to keep his love affairs a secret from his wife all these years?”
    “He and Susanna lead separate lives. She stays home with the kids and takes care of the house and the farm. His job takes up a lot of his time. I don’t think they actually see much of each other.”
    “What was it about Mellgren’s behavior toward Martina that attracted your attention?”
    “I can’t say with certainty that there was actually anything going on between them. The whole group didn’t get together very often. I taught my classes, and he wasn’t part of that. But when the course started, when everyone was in Visby, we did have a number of group activities. Since I’ve seen Staffan in action, so to speak, numerous times before, I can tell at once when he goes into pursuit mode.”
    “In what way?”
    “Well, it’s really the same old story. He laughs and jokes a lot with the person he’s interested in at the moment. He gives her long looks without saying anything. His old tricks are so obvious that it’s ridiculous.”
    “You seem quite certain about this.”
    “Let me put it this way: A young woman has been murdered, which is an enormously serious matter, of course. Obviously I don’t want to single anybody out or make any claims that might make the person suspect in your eyes. To do that, I realize that I’d have to be absolutely positive about my claims. This much I can tell you, though: He at least tried to get together with Martina Flochten. Whether his advances were returned, I can’t say. I don’t know anything about that. After the two weeks devoted to theory, the group moved out to Fröjel, and I haven’t seen Martina since then.”
    Jacobsson and Knutas took time out for a cup of coffee before the next interview. Both of them felt the need for a break after their meeting with Aron Bjarke.
    In the corridor other students and teachers from the college were going in and out of the various interview rooms. There were many that had to be dealt with.
    “Considering what that teacher told us, it’s going to be damn interesting to hear what the other interviews have produced,” said Jacobsson as they waited for their plastic cups to fill with coffee from the machine. “Do you think he’s credible?”
    “Hard to know. He was undeniably candid. That always makes me suspicious.”
    “Why’s that? I thought you valued openness,” said Jacobsson with a smile.

 
    The interview with the American student Mark Feathers was conducted by Jacobsson. Once again Knutas’s command of English wasn’t sufficient.
    At first glance Feathers looked like the archetypical American guy: close-cropped hair, baggy knee-length shorts, and a big, wrinkled T-shirt that was not tucked in. On his feet he wore tennis socks with a blue border and the obligatory sneakers. He was tall and muscular with an angry expression. He looked more like a baseball player than someone who patiently devoted himself to archaeological excavations.
    He seemed upset.
    “I just can’t believe that she’s gone. The whole thing is sick. What did that bastard do to her?” Feathers spoke in a loud, forceful voice, and he glared at Jacobsson aggressively.
    “I’m afraid I can’t tell you how Martina died.”
    “Was she raped? Was it a sex crime?”
    “No, we don’t think so, but it’s too early to say for sure.”
    “If only I could get my hands on that monster.” He clenched his fist in a threatening gesture.
    “We understand that you’re shocked, but you really need to calm down,” Jacobsson admonished him. “The important thing right now is that we find out as much as we can about Martina and what she was doing during the days before she disappeared. Can you help us with this?”
    “Sure. Of course,” he said, sounding a bit more subdued.
    “How would you describe Martina?”
    “Smart, nice, cute, and damned good at anything having to do with the Viking Age. She knew more than anybody. She was very