Unspoken

and impossible to figure out how high the sun was in the sky.
    She tried to move her hands, which were tied to the sides of the bed. The rope cut into her wrists.
    It wasn’t any better with her legs. With an effort she managed to lift her head and look around. Her jacket was lying on a chair. She arched her body, straining against the rope the way she had seen escape artists do. Tense and release, tense and release. Stubbornly she kept on, varying it by twisting and turning her wrists as she tried to loosen the rope.
    At the same time her concern about Anders and Leif grew.
    It bothered her that it was so quiet in the house. If someone had tied her up like this, shouldn’t that person be close by? Karin felt her anger growing. She had no intention of lying here like some sacrificial lamb, waiting for someone to take her to slaughter. She tensed her muscles and arched her body up toward the ceiling as hard as she could.
    The rope loosened enough to give her new hope. She repeated the movement. Suddenly she felt the rope release. The next instant she was able to free one hand and her left arm.
    In a matter of minutes she was free and off the bed. She stretched her body, waved her arms, and shook out her legs to get the blood circulating. She crept over to the window and looked out. She could see the water, which was motionless and gray, the boathouse and the sauna down by the shore. Not a soul in sight. She put on her jacket and put her hand in her pocket for her cell phone and car keys. They were gone.
    The plane landed on schedule at Arlanda Airport. After Tom Kingsley came through passport control, the police were waiting for him.
    The arrest was undramatic. Kingsley mostly looked surprised. The police explained to him that he was under arrest. Then he was cuffed and escorted by two plainclothes officers to the domestic terminal to wait for the plane to Gotland later that afternoon.
    The news that he had been arrested was received with relief and joy at police headquarters in Visby. Kihlgård called Knutas but got no answer. He tried Jacobsson’s cell, but again with negative results.
    “Why the hell can’t we get hold of the two top officers when something is finally happening?” he roared.
    “Karin was driving out to Gnisvärd this morning,” said Wittberg. “Anders has apparently not answered his cell phone all weekend. She was worried that something might have happened. Hell, I forgot all about that.”
    “What do you mean by ‘something might have happened’?” growled Kihlgård.
    “He and Leif were going out in the boat, and there were nearly gale force winds.”
    Kihlgård looked at his watch.
    “Let’s drive out there. We’ve got time.”
    A dull thudding sound was audible as Jacobsson came out into the yard. It sounded like pounding and it was coming from inside the boathouse.
    She peered through the window but couldn’t see anything unusual. Not a sound. She stood still and waited. She pressed her body against the locked door to hear better. Then the thudding resumed, at a slower beat. It sounded almost halfhearted now.
    She needed something to break the window. Her car stood where she had left it, next to Leif’s. In the trunk she found a tire iron. It was now or never. With a crash the glass shattered and fell in like confetti. Jacobsson whispered through the broken window, “Anders, are you there?”
    The whimper that came in response indicated that he had been gagged. She leaned down and looked inside. There in the dark she could make out her boss lying on the floor, his hands and feet bound, a rag stuffed in his mouth.
    She turned around and looked up at the house. Not a sign of life. She reached inside for the latch and opened the window, cutting her hand on the broken glass. Damn it. She was bleeding, but that didn’t matter. She climbed in.
    When she looked into Knutas’s eyes, she had never seen him so helpless. Quickly she started untying the rope that held the gag in place. He gasped when at last he was free.
    “Thanks. I’d almost given up hope. I thought I was going to rot in this damn place.”
    “Where’s Leif?” asked Jacobsson as she wrestled with the knots that held Knutas’s wrists behind his back.
    “I don’t know. How did you happen to come out here?”
    “We started getting worried when we didn’t hear from you. But when I got here someone hit me over the head and tied me to a bed inside the house. I managed to get free and came out here looking for