Last Will
any better judgement or held any other opinion of what the main news of the day was: they just hadn’t had time.
    Apart from that, the papers were fairly similar, more or less as you might have expected. They had both bought the German terrorism angle and were identifying al Qaeda as the organization behind the attack. And they both identified Aaron Wiesel as the intended target and Caroline von Behring as an unfortunate woman who just happened to be standing in the way. Bosse’s picture byline stood at the top of an article about Caroline’s life.
    He’s writing about the same things as me, she thought, then felt ashamed of her own sentimentality.
    Bosse’s paper claimed that the search in Germany had been close to reaching a conclusion during the early hours of the morning, and the Evening Post quoted three anonymous sources claiming that three men had been arrested in Berlin the previous evening.
    The wounded security guard spoke about the shooting out by the water in both papers, and looked exactly the same in both pictures. Wiesel was said to have flown out of the country, but no one could say where to.
    Annika’s short piece about Caroline von Behring appeared as a two-column item at the end of the coverage.
    The other paper had two more spreads of graphics and comment and analysis that added nothing.
    But the Evening Post had one thing that the other paper didn’t.
    On the comment pages a Professor Lars-Henry Svensson from the Karolinska Institute claimed that the Nobel Committee was unethical and corrupt, but his argument was unstructured and somewhat confused.
    The activities of the Karolinska Institute are today governed by a number of profit-seeking companies, the professor wrote. The Nobel Committee chooses to prioritize questionable research into the origins of life. Using the Nobel Prize for profit is reprehensible for many reasons, but primarily because it goes against Alfred Nobel’s last will and testament …
    “Mommy, he’s throwing balls at me,” Ellen yelled from the sea of balls.
    “Throw them back,” Annika said, and went on reading:
    The fact that Watson and Wiesel were awarded the Nobel Prize for Medicine is nothing but scandalous. Caroline von Behring was a great advocate of controversial stem-cell research, and her efforts were also pivotal in making sure that Watson and Wiesel were awarded this year’s prize. One might wonder at her motivations. We can’t lose sight of the debate about the future consequences of therapeutic cloning. The discussion of ethics and the value of human life must not be allowed to die with Caroline von Behring .
    Who the hell accepted this peculiar article? Annika wondered. It came perilously close to slandering the deceased.
    The professor had in all likelihood tried to get it into the more prestigious morning paper, then the other evening paper, and then several others before he came to them, and there were very good reasons why the others had rejected it.
    “Mommy!” Kalle shouted. “She’s hitting me!”
    Annika rolled the papers up and pushed them into her bag.
    “Okay,” she said, getting up. “Do you know what we’re going to do? We’re going to go and look at the house!”
    It was already getting dark as she steered the car slowly along Vinterviksvägen in Djursholm. The road was narrow, with sandy patches along the edge of the pavement.
    She pulled up by the curb, put the car in neutral, and pulled on the hand brake.
    “What do you think, then, kids?” she said, turning to face the backseat. “Is it going to be fun living here?”
    The children looked up from their Gameboys and gazed distractedly up at the white villa swimming out there in the encroaching darkness.
    “Are there swings?” Ellen asked.
    “You’ll have your own swing,” Annika said. “Do you want to go and have a look?”
    “Can we go in?” Kalle asked.
    Annika looked out through the windshield again.
    “Not today,” she said, looking up at the modern building.
    A

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