Chapter 95
Felicia didn’t move as Vidar spoke. He avoided details, skipped specifics, never mentioned Jakob Lindell, or anyone else, by name.
When he was finished, she began to ask questions: how many people knew about this, and for how long?
Why hadn’t anyone said anything? And how could they have been mistaken back then, when the accident happened, how was that even possible?
She came back around to that question over and over. Vidar tried to answer as truthfully as possible.
“So that’s why,” Vidar said, “we have to ask again. Have you been in touch with him? Has he tried to contact you?”
“Definitely not. Not that I know of.”
Felicia’s voice sounded hollow. Maybe it was shock, only now taking hold of her.
“If he does try to contact you, we’d like you to let us know.” He took a notepad from his pocket, tore off a page, and jotted down his phone number. “Can you do that?”
Absently, she took the piece of paper from him.
“Yes, of course. For sure.”
Meanwhile, Siri gathered their teabags and went to the sink to throw them in the garbage. Vidar tried to signal discreetly to her to come back to the table, but she didn’t pay attention.
Instead, she gingerly closed the cabinet door, as if the slightest sound might shatter the conversation around the table, and took a lap through the house, her steps slow and light.
She stopped in front of the basement door, as if something was happening there that only Siri noticed.
Vidar, jaw clenched, stayed in his chair while Siri grasped the handle and slowly turned it.