One Step Behind by Henning Mankell Read Free Book Online

furniture upholsterer, then she changed her mind and started exploring the world of theatre. Then that plan also came to an end.
    She seemed to read his thoughts. "I'm not going to be a waitress all my life," she said. "But I'm saving some money right now and next winter I'm going to travel."
    "Where to?"
    "I don't know yet."
    It wasn't the right time to discuss this in detail, so he mentioned that Gertrud had moved and that her grandfather's house was on the market.
    "I wish we had kept it," she said. "I wish I had the money to buy it."
    Wallander understood. Linda had been close to her grandfather. There were even times when seeing them together had made him jealous.
    "I have to go now," she said. "I just wanted to hear how you were."
    "Everything is fine," Wallander replied. "I went to the doctor today. He didn't find anything wrong with me."
    "Didn't he even tell you to lose weight?"
    "Apart from that, he said that everything was fine."
    "That doctor was too nice. Are you still as tired as you were on holiday?"
    She sees right through me, Wallander thought helplessly. And why don't I tell her the truth, that I'm becoming a diabetic, that I may already be one? Why am I behaving as if it were something shameful?
    "I'm not tired," he said. "That week on Gotland was an exception."
    "If you say so," she said. "I've got to go now. If you want to reach me here in the evenings you'll have to call a new number."
    He quickly memorised it. Then the conversation was over.
    Wallander took his coffee with him into the living room and turned on the TV. He turned the sound down, then jotted down the phone number she had given him on the corner of a newspaper. He wrote sloppily. No one else would have been able to read the number. It was at that moment that he realised what was bothering him. He pushed his coffee cup away and looked at his watch. It was 9.15 p.m. He wondered briefly if he should call Martinsson, and wait until the following day before making up his mind. He went into the kitchen, got out the phone book, and sat down at the kitchen table.
    There were four families called Norman in Ystad, but Wallander remembered seeing the address among Martinsson's papers. Lena Norman and her mother lived on Käringgatan, north of the hospital. Her father was called Bertil Norman and had the title "CEO" next to his name. Wallander knew that he owned a company that supplied heating systems for pre-fabricated houses.
    He dialled the number and a woman answered. Wallander introduced himself, trying to sound as friendly as possible. He didn't want to worry her. He knew how unnerving it was to be called by the police, especially after hours.
    "Am I speaking to Lena Norman's mother?"
    "This is Lillemor Norman."
    Wallander recognised the name.
    "This conversation could really have waited until tomorrow," he said. "But there is something I need to know and unfortunately policemen work all hours of the day and night."
    She did not seem particularly concerned. "How can I help you? Or would you like to speak with my husband? I can get him for you. He's just helping Lena's brother with his maths homework."
    Her answer surprised him. He hadn't realised that schools still had anything called homework.
    "That won't be necessary," he said. "What I want is a sample of Lena's handwriting. Do you have any letters from her?"
    "Well, apart from the postcards, we haven't received anything. I thought the police knew that."
    "I mean an old letter."
    "Why do you need it?"
    "It's just routine procedure. We need to compare some handwriting samples, that's all. It's not particularly important."
    "Do policemen really bother calling people at night about such unimportant matters?"
    Eva Hillström is afraid, Wallander thought. Lillemor Norman, on the other hand, is suspicious.
    "Do you think you can help me?"
    "I have a number of letters from Lena."
    "One is enough. About half a page."
    "I'll find one. Will someone be by to pick it up?"
    "I'll come myself. Expect me in