Unspoken

way she made love to him that night.
    Afterward she fell asleep, curled up in his arms like a child. For a long time Johan lay in the dark, looking at her profile and listening to her breathing.

THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 29
    The media’s interest in the disappearance of Fanny Jansson continued to grow as the hours passed. More and more people became involved in the search groups, and the police were using helicopters and infrared cameras in the woods around Visby as they intensified their search. On Thursday morning both evening papers ran big articles about the missing girl. Her picture dominated the front pages.
    When Johan came into the Regional News editorial offices, he was met by Grenfors waving several newspapers in his hand.
    “What the hell is this?” he shouted. His face was bright red. “Both Aftonbladet and Expressen have big spreads about the missing girl. Weren’t you supposed to keep on top of this story?”
    “Could you let me take off my jacket first?” Johan snapped back. He had waited at the Hornstull subway station for twenty minutes for a train that never came. The red line was having problems again. And then Stockholm Local Traffic had the nerve to raise the price of a monthly pass.
    Grenfors stubbornly followed him as he went to his desk.
    “How come we didn’t have anything to report?” he continued, standing behind Johan.
    Since Johan was painfully aware that he had been concentrating too much on Emma and too little on his job lately, he had no good answer. She had flown home this morning, and it would probably be a while before they saw each other again.
    “I’ll make some calls and check things out,” he said.
    “Maybe there’s a connection to the murder of that alcoholic. The killer is still on the loose, after all.”
    “Do you think I should go over there?” asked Johan hopefully.
    “That depends on what you find out.”
    He got out the local papers from the stack of dailies and listened to the Radio Gotland morning news on the Internet. It was true that they were reporting that Fanny Jansson was still missing, but the police also seemed to be working with a number of new clues. It was the same story as in the newspapers, which had reported how the search was being conducted and the fact that the girl’s bicycle had been found.
    It was damn stupid that he had been so lax at keeping tabs on the investigation. Regional News was now way behind in reporting the story. It was a big disadvantage that he wasn’t on site in Gotland and able to follow developments. The evening papers were both speculating, of course, whether the same person who had murdered the alcoholic might have struck again.
    With a sigh he picked up the phone and punched in Knutas’s number. No answer, and his cell was turned off. Damn it. He tried Karin Jacobsson. He had dealt with her quite a bit during the summer. She sounded stressed.
    “Jacobsson here.”
    “Hi, this is Johan Berg from Regional News. I wonder how it’s going with the search for Fanny Jansson.”
    The voice on the other end of the line softened. Johan realized that he was still in the good graces of the Visby police, at least for the moment.
    “We’re working on a wide front. The search is now under way in the area around her school, her apartment building, and the racetrack, which is where she was last seen. But so far the results have been meager. We’ve found her bicycle, but I’m sure you already know that.”
    “Yes. Are there any prints on it?”
    “You’ll have to take that up with Anders Knutas. He’s the only one who can decide what we tell the media.”
    “I’ve been trying to reach him, but he doesn’t answer his phone.”
    “No, he’s in a meeting with the new officers from the National Criminal Police right now. It will probably go on for another hour.”
    “Have you brought in more personnel from the NCP? Why is that?”
    “As I said, you’ll have to talk to Knutas.”
    “Okay. Thank you anyway. Bye.”
    He leaned back in his chair. The fact that the police were receiving more help from the NCP meant that they were taking a serious view of the case. Something else must have come to light, indicating that a crime was involved. He got up and went over to the desk where Grenfors was sitting with a phone pressed to his ear, as usual.
    Sometimes Johan wondered how much time he wasted waiting for people to finish talking on the phone. He noticed that Grenfors had dyed his hair again. The editor had recently