"Why? Why did he look you up? What did he want with you? He came to 19 the apartment?"
Al the old irritations came crashing back on Dessie like a fist in the stomach. Al these questions, the insinuations, the same accusing tone that had final y driven her to finish it with Gabriel a.
"I real y don't know," Dessie said, trying to sound calm and in control of the situation.
"We're thinking of talking to him to see what he knows," Gabriel a said,
"so you're free to interview him if you like."
"Okay," Dessie said, feeling that it was time to hang up.
"But we're looking after this case, not some freelancing Yank," Gabriel a said. "And be careful, Dessie. These are murderers, not your usual pickpockets and burglars."
Chapter 12
Saturday, June 12
Sylvia Rudolph tilted her head to one side and smiled beautiful y.
Her eyes lit up.
"You have to let us show you our very favorite place in Stockholm.
They've got the most wonderful cakes, and their hot chocolate cups are as big as bathtubs."
The German couple laughed, their mood lightened by the thick joint the four of them had just shared.
"It's on Stortorget, the square in the Old Town that's got a ridiculously dramatic history," Mac said, putting his arm around the German woman. "The Danish king, one Christian the Tyrant, had the whole of the Swedish nobility executed there in November fifteen twenty."
"More than a hundred people lost their heads," Sylvia said. "The mass murder is stil cal ed 'the Stockholm Bloodbath.'"
The German girl shuddered.
"Ugh, how horrid."
Mac and Sylvia exchanged a quick glance and smiled at each other.
"Horrid?" This from someone whose forefathers started two world wars?
The Rudolphs held each other's hand and walked quickly up toward Borshuset, the old Stock Exchange Building, and the Nobel Museum located in it. The Germans fol owed them, giggling and stumbling.