ignorant. Mamma devours books, while Pappa never read anything except the evening paper and glossy magazines about celebrities. They had different views about nearly everything. They didn’t even like the same kind of food. Mamma is a vegetarian, while Pappa loved rare steaks. Mamma got involved with the Red Cross and other charitable projects, while Pappa didn’t give a damn about the problems of the world. I remember once when he yelled at my mother because she’d decided to sponsor a child in Guatemala.
‘Mamma cares about her family far more deeply than he ever did. She often comes to Stockholm to visit us, but he never came with her. She has her friends and colleagues, and they like to travel together and go to the theatre . Mamma reads a lot and keeps up on social matters. If we ever wanted to discuss a current issue in world politics or some hot topic in general, Pappa never had anything sensible to say.’
Crimson patches had appeared on Fredrik Algård’s throat. He took several sips of water.
‘Do you know whether your father had any enemies?’
‘I’m sure he’d managed to collect quite a few over the years. You know how it is in the hospitality business and the world of celebrities. Pretty on the outside, but lots of shit underneath.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘Pappa only cared about people who could be of benefit to him at that moment. People who were rich, successful and famous. If an artist who counted him as a true friend happened to lose the spotlight, he was suddenly of no use to Pappa. If a well-known author’s books stopped selling, or if a top politician was found to have a drinking problem, or if an actor began to slide downhill, they no longer existed as far as Pappa was concerned.’
Knutas was surprised at the way this young man expressed himself. There was no mistaking the sarcastic tone.
‘In other words, I think there must be plenty of people who were disappointed in Pappa. But whether they would go so far as to kill him, that’s a whole different matter.’
‘And what about you? How did you feel about him?’
‘To be perfectly honest, I didn’t care much for him. To win someone’s trust and respect, you have to show the same in return. Don’t you agree? You get the relationship with your children that you deserve. Everything depends on how you behave as a parent.’
For an instant, his words prompted Knutas to look inside himself. And he was frightened by what he saw.
He shook off his personal unease and went on: ‘It sounds as if you actually hated your father.’
‘No, I wouldn’t say that. He had his good sides, just like everyone else. But who says that you have to love your parents? That’s not a law. Honour thy father and mother? What kind of shit is that? Am I supposed to love him just because of a few seconds of orgasm when he impregnated my mother and I was conceived? He never gave a damn about me. We just ended up having to live in the same house.’
Knutas cast a glance at Jacobsson. The conversation was getting more and more unpleasant. Fredrik Algård’s anger seemed to fill the whole room.
‘Do you know whether your father ever received any threats?’
‘No, I don’t think so.’
‘Did you notice anything different about his behaviour lately?’
‘No. As I said, I saw him at his birthday party in February, and before that at Christmas.’
‘But not for your mother’s birthday? Wasn’t that very recent?’
‘Yes, but she came to Stockholm. She was angry and upset with my father because he wanted a divorce. We celebrated her birthday at our place instead.’
‘So you live with someone?’
‘Yes, my girlfriend Sanna. We live in Söder, near Mariatorget.’
‘And you’re studying at the university?’
‘Yes. Political science. I also have a law degree, but I wanted to expand my interests. This is my last term, then I’ll be finished.’
‘How long are you planning to stay here on Gotland?’
‘I have a breathing space in
‘Mamma cares about her family far more deeply than he ever did. She often comes to Stockholm to visit us, but he never came with her. She has her friends and colleagues, and they like to travel together and go to the theatre . Mamma reads a lot and keeps up on social matters. If we ever wanted to discuss a current issue in world politics or some hot topic in general, Pappa never had anything sensible to say.’
Crimson patches had appeared on Fredrik Algård’s throat. He took several sips of water.
‘Do you know whether your father had any enemies?’
‘I’m sure he’d managed to collect quite a few over the years. You know how it is in the hospitality business and the world of celebrities. Pretty on the outside, but lots of shit underneath.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘Pappa only cared about people who could be of benefit to him at that moment. People who were rich, successful and famous. If an artist who counted him as a true friend happened to lose the spotlight, he was suddenly of no use to Pappa. If a well-known author’s books stopped selling, or if a top politician was found to have a drinking problem, or if an actor began to slide downhill, they no longer existed as far as Pappa was concerned.’
Knutas was surprised at the way this young man expressed himself. There was no mistaking the sarcastic tone.
‘In other words, I think there must be plenty of people who were disappointed in Pappa. But whether they would go so far as to kill him, that’s a whole different matter.’
‘And what about you? How did you feel about him?’
‘To be perfectly honest, I didn’t care much for him. To win someone’s trust and respect, you have to show the same in return. Don’t you agree? You get the relationship with your children that you deserve. Everything depends on how you behave as a parent.’
For an instant, his words prompted Knutas to look inside himself. And he was frightened by what he saw.
He shook off his personal unease and went on: ‘It sounds as if you actually hated your father.’
‘No, I wouldn’t say that. He had his good sides, just like everyone else. But who says that you have to love your parents? That’s not a law. Honour thy father and mother? What kind of shit is that? Am I supposed to love him just because of a few seconds of orgasm when he impregnated my mother and I was conceived? He never gave a damn about me. We just ended up having to live in the same house.’
Knutas cast a glance at Jacobsson. The conversation was getting more and more unpleasant. Fredrik Algård’s anger seemed to fill the whole room.
‘Do you know whether your father ever received any threats?’
‘No, I don’t think so.’
‘Did you notice anything different about his behaviour lately?’
‘No. As I said, I saw him at his birthday party in February, and before that at Christmas.’
‘But not for your mother’s birthday? Wasn’t that very recent?’
‘Yes, but she came to Stockholm. She was angry and upset with my father because he wanted a divorce. We celebrated her birthday at our place instead.’
‘So you live with someone?’
‘Yes, my girlfriend Sanna. We live in Söder, near Mariatorget.’
‘And you’re studying at the university?’
‘Yes. Political science. I also have a law degree, but I wanted to expand my interests. This is my last term, then I’ll be finished.’
‘How long are you planning to stay here on Gotland?’
‘I have a breathing space in
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