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the bathroom he kissed his daughter’s soft cheeks, which were still warm with sleep, and blew on the back of her neck. Johan thought that the moments he spent at the changing table were so cozy. He would talk to Elin and cuddle her as he allowed her bottom to air out for a moment.
    When he had finished changing her diaper, he picked the tiny baby up and carried her close to his chest, humming softly in her ear.
    Before he’d had a child, he never would have imagined how nice it could be. Most of what he heard from the parents of small children was how trying and difficult everything was. Late hours and dirty diapers, crying and colic. Of course, he knew it was different if you had to take care of a baby full-time, but Emma actually said the same thing—that Elin was an unusually happy baby who was easy to care for.
    They ate breakfast and read the paper in peace and quiet. Nothing new had come out about the murder of Ambjörnsson . According to the police spokesperson, they were working on a broad front, conducting a thorough investigation, but so far there was no suspect in the murder. On the other hand, the police admitted that they were working on the theory that the same perpetrator was behind all three murders, although they still refused to confirm that a horse’s head was found at the homes of two of the victims shortly before their deaths. Instead the spokesperson stated that the investigation had reached a sensitive stage.
    A sensitive stage
, thought Johan.
I wonder what that means
.
    After breakfast he put Elin to bed; she had fallen asleep again after her second feeding. She had a crib next to their bed, and she usually slept soundly, without any fuss. Johan went over to Emma, who had on only her bathrobe, and pulled her close. He looked into her warm eyes. There was something vulnerable about them that he found fiercely attractive. That’s how it had been from the very first time he saw her.
    Now he held her in his arms, and she pressed herself against him. Without her doing anything else, he knew what she wanted. Her response was passionate when he kissed her. Johan felt instantly dizzy and wildly excited. They tumbled onto the bed, kissing more intensely than he ever remembered doing before. Maybe the force of their kisses was part of his feeling of desire.
    She reached for him, fumbling her hands over his body , pressing against him as if he were saving her life. The intensity surprised him, and he lost all sense of space and time. All of a sudden he heard himself moaning loudly, and he tore off her bathrobe. Her body was soft and warm with sleep. She was plumper than usual, and her breasts were heavy with milk. He burrowed into her, digging his fingers into her flesh and tasting her breasts with his lips. As if it were the first time, he found his way inside of her, and he nearly lost consciousness when they both came at once.
    He had thought that she would feel less like herself than she did. In fact, it wasn’t her body that was so different. It was something else entirely.

 
    Knutas had never before encountered such rushing about in the corridors on a Saturday. The investigation had expanded, and the work was taking up everyone’s time.
    This was the most miserable summer he’d experienced in years. He’d hardly had a chance to enjoy it at all. He’d gone swimming in the sea only a couple of times, and he could count on one hand those occasions when he’d had a barbecue outdoors with his family, even though it had been the most beautiful summer in a long time.
    Now it seemed as if the investigative work was finally making headway. There was definitely a new energy in the air.
    When Knutas came back from lunch, someone had placed the Destination Gotland passenger lists on his desk, as he’d requested. Officers had already checked the lists on Friday without finding Ambjörnsson’s name or the name of anyone connected to him, but Knutas wanted to go through them personally, just to make sure. He had the names of the passengers from all the departures starting with Sunday, August 1, which was the day when Ambjörnsson was expected to return from his travels abroad.
    Knutas got a cup of coffee from the machine and sat down at his desk to read.
    He went over the lists of names of everyone who had traveled from Nynäshamn to Visby on the same day that Ambjörnsson was supposed to come home. Knutas didn’t discover any name that might give him a lead.
    Of course, Ambjörnsson could have