The Scent of Almonds and Other Stories. Camilla Lackberg

him. Outside, the blizzard raged, worse than ever. He wondered what the morning would bring.

      It was a habit she’d had ever since childhood. Whenever she was nervous, she would play with the pearl necklace that had been a gift from her mother. And she’d certainly resorted to that nervous habit many times over the years. ‘Viveca is very highly-strung,’ she’d heard her mother say so often when she was growing up, until in the end it had become a self-fulfilling prophecy. At first she’d thought it was merely something the grown-ups said to explain the normal emotional outbursts of a child, and later a teenager. But gradually the statement had settled over her like a dingy veil. People treated her as if she had delicate nerves, and she found it simpler to live up to their expectations. By now she was afraid of everything. In addition to normal fears – spiders and snakes and the greenhouse effect and the proliferation of nuclear weapons – she was frightened by more subtle and ordinary things: the look someone gave her when they met, hidden meanings in what they said to her, unintentional insults and unanticipated attacks. Eventually, the whole world had become a threatening place, and she caught herself constantly playing with her necklace. But now it was gone. Hundreds of tiny pearls had scattered across the floor in the dining room. Kerstin had tried to console her, saying that she would gather up every one of them and have them restrung for a new necklace. And no doubt she would. But it wouldn’t be the same. Something new could not become something old. Something that had been destroyed could never be whole again.

      For a moment Vivi pictured in her mind Ruben’s accusatory eyes. That expression she thought she always saw whenever he looked at her. Reproachful and filled with contempt for her weakness.

      Oh, how she wished that she’d had just one-hundredth of the strength that seemed to radiate from him. Not to mention that she wished Gustav had inherited at least a small part of his father’s self-confidence. But together she and Gustav seemed even weaker than they did individually. If they hadn’t joined forces against the threat that Ruben represented, which had held them together like glue all these years, Vivi knew they never would have survived. With a vacant expression she stared at the smouldering fire as she sensed disaster approaching like a speeding train. Old secrets had begun to stir, like a monster lurking below the surface.

      The next day the storm was still raging. Börje and Kerstin had made a valiant attempt to clear a path at the front entrance, but the snowfall was so heavy that by now the drifts reached almost to the window ledges on the ground floor. If the storm continued like this for another twenty-four hours, they would soon be completely snowed in.

      It was a subdued group that appeared for breakfast. Everyone found it unnerving to sit down at the same table where they’d all gathered the night before. Yet no one had offered any protests when their hosts asked if it would be all right to serve breakfast in the dining room. Once again there was an abundance of food. Boiled eggs, three kinds of cheese, ham, salami, bacon and bread fresh from the oven. But most of the family members hardly touched their food. Only Harald and Bernard ate heartily. Apparently they weren’t going to let a murder ruin their appetite.

      ‘Did you sleep well?’ Britten asked everyone in an attempt to start a conversation, but aside from a few murmurs no one replied.

      ‘Such comfortable beds,’ she told Kerstin, who was walking around the table to serve the coffee.

      Kerstin nodded and smiled. ‘I hope you weren’t cold. Let me know if you are, and I’ll bring you some extra blankets.’

      ‘No, it was fine. Perfect.’ Britten looked around to see if anyone else would care to comment, but they were all staring down at their plates.

      Martin couldn’t bear the oppressive mood a second longer. He said brusquely, ‘I’d like to continue with the interviews as soon as you’ve finished breakfast. Gustav, could you join me in the office in …’ Martin glanced at his watch. ‘Let’s say ten minutes?’

      ‘Certainly,’ said Gustav. He and Vivi exchanged a glance that was difficult to interpret. ‘Of course. I’ll be there in ten minutes. So I’m next in line, is that right?’ He uttered a brief laugh that bordered on falsetto. No one else laughed.

      ‘Thanks. That would be great,’ Martin said as he stood up. In truth there was nothing he had to prepare that required an extra ten minutes, but he wanted to retreat to the peace and quiet of the office to gather his thoughts.

      Precisely ten minutes later Gustav Liljecrona entered the room. Once again Martin was struck by how different the two brothers were. Harald was a tall, broad-shouldered, and loud man with a bushy mane of hair. His younger brother was short and wiry with sloping shoulders. And whatever hair he’d once had was now a distant memory.

      ‘So, here I am,’ Gustav said as he sat down. Martin’s response was to launch into his first question.

      ‘How would you describe your relationship with your father?’

      Gustav flinched and seemed to have a hard time deciding where to look. Finally he fixed his eyes on the desk as he stammered: ‘Well, er, um. What should I say? It was like most father–son relationships. In other words, occasionally it could get a bit complicated.’ He laughed nervously.

      ‘A bit complicated?’ Martin paged through his notes to find what he’d written about his interview with Harald. Then he went on. ‘From what I understand, both you and your brother had a very complicated relationship with Ruben. But the same might be said of the interaction between you and Harald. It seems to be rather problematic.’

      Gustav gave another nervous laugh. He still hadn’t looked Martin in the eye. He kept his gaze steadfastly fixed on the desk.

      ‘It’s not always easy being a member of this family. To say that Father had high expectations would be an understatement.’

      ‘I’ve heard that his intention in putting you and your brother in management positions at the family business was to bring you closer together. Is that right?’

      Gustav’s only reply was a disdainful snort.

      ‘From what I can gather, things didn’t work out too well,’ Martin persisted.

      ‘No, they didn’t.’ Gustav didn’t seem particularly keen on discussing the topic, but that didn’t stop Martin.

      ‘I’m thinking about what your father said at the dinner table. About the company. What was he referring to?’

      Now Gustav seemed genuinely uncomfortable as he shifted position on his chair. ‘I have no idea,’ he said after a moment. It was the same answer that his brother had given. Martin didn’t believe either of them.

      ‘But he must have had something specific in mind. Besides, the last thing he did was more or less vow to disinherit all of you. That’s a pretty drastic step to take.’

      ‘It was nothing but hot air,’ said Gustav, fidgeting with the hem of his jacket. ‘He’s issued that same threat before. It was a way for him to show who was in charge, and it made him feel that he still had some power. But he didn’t mean anything by it.’

      ‘That wasn’t my impression,’ said Martin.

      ‘But you don’t know the family very well,’ snapped Gustav, tugging even harder at his jacket. He looked uneasy.

      Martin continued to question Gustav for another half hour, but got nothing useful out of him. He continued to maintain that no one in the family would dream of killing Ruben. And no, he hadn’t noticed anything suspicious during the course of the day or evening. No, he didn’t understand what his father was referring to in the statements he’d made at dinner.

      Eventually a cautious knock on the door interrupted the interview. It was Kerstin.

      ‘I’m sorry to disturb you. I just wanted to say that we’re serving coffee in the library, so when you’re done here …’

      Martin sighed. ‘We may as well stop now. But we’ll continue our talk later.’ He hadn’t intended it to sound like a threat, but Gustav gave a start. Then he stood up and hurried out of the office.

      Martin