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of lodging is a potential secondary crime scene. I’ll find out where she was staying, collect evidence and lift prints, then go to the autopsy. After that, I’ll try to figure out where she was when she was abducted. Any questions?”
    No one has any. Sufia’s image hovers on the wall. She stares at us with empty eye sockets. I flip on the lights.

6
    I GO TO MY OFFICE. Valtteri trails in behind me and sits on the edge of my desk.
    “Did you kiss and make up with Antti?” I ask.
    “No.”
    “Going to?”
    “No.”
    I don’t blame him. “Want to talk about it?”
    “No.”
    They can’t even laugh it off over a beer. Valtteri doesn’t drink. His religion precludes it. It precludes a lot of things which for most of us are basic entertainment, like watching TV and dancing. Laestadians tend to live passive, rather ascetic lives. They keep to their own and don’t associate much with people outside their church.
    We have a large Laestadian community here in Kittilä. Valtteri is thirty-eight years old, two years younger than me, and has eight children. His wife is his age and looks fifty. They had their youngest child four years ago. Their religion also forbids contraception, so either one of them is sterile or Valtteri’s sex life has come to a close.
    As far as I know, Valtteri doesn’t want to be anything besides a small-town police sergeant. Laestadians don’t take part in any form of competition. He seems content to be part of his religious community and raise his family. We’ve been working together for a few years now, and he’s the most tranquil person I know. Aside from hitting Antti today.
    “Why do you want me to investigate your father?” he asks.
    “Dad didn’t kill anybody, it’s just something we have to do. We look at everyone.”
    “Like you said, he didn’t kill anybody. I don’t see any need to look into your family.”
    I don’t get why he’s making a big deal about it. Maybe it’s a Laestadian thing. Laestadians do a lot of things I don’t get. My ex-wife was raised Laestadian, but it didn’t take with her and she hated it. I’m starting to think Valtteri knows something about Dad. “Everyone.”
    Valtteri still looks bothered.
    “He was probably at work.”
    Dad is a bartender in a dive near downtown. He has a bad drinking problem, but to my knowledge, he’s never touched a drop while behind the bar. I’ve often wondered if all that alcohol surrounding him doesn’t make him drool with craving while he’s selling it to customers.
    “The truth is,” I say, “Dad was drunk and foul-tempered last night, and I didn’t ask him where he was because I didn’t want to fight with him. It’s easier for me if you just check. Do you mind?”
    “No problem. Did you know Antti is such a racist?”
    “Antti was upset, he’s no worse than most. He didn’t kill the girl, he was on duty with Jussi.”
    “Still.”
    “Sure you don’t want to talk about it?”
    “There’s nothing to talk about.”
    Valtteri never talks much, that’s one of the reasons I like him. My phone rings, he leaves to give me privacy.
    “Vaara,” I answer.
    “This is Jukka Selin from the Helsinki police department. You asked that the parents of Sufia Elmi be notified of her death.”
    “Yeah.”
    “A pastor and I visited them. It didn’t go well. They want to talk to you.” He gives me their names, Abdi and Hudow, and their phone number.
    I call them right away. A woman answers the phone. I’m nervous and don’t know what to say, so I just start talking. “Ma’am, this is Inspector Kari Vaara from the Kittilä police department.”
    “Anteeksi?” Excuse me?
    Even that one word of Finnish is barely understandable. I repeat who I am.
    “Sorry, I get man.”
    I’m worried they might not speak Finnish well enough for me to be able to make myself understood. Her husband comes to the phone. “Abdi.”
    “Sir, this is Inspector Kari Vaara. I’m a police officer in Kittilä. I’m told you want