James Thompson - Snow Angels
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The first thriller in a new series featuring Inspector Kari Vaara: the haunted, hardened detective who must delve into Finlands dark and violent underbelly. Kaamos: Just before Christmas, the bleakest time of the year in Lapland. The unrelenting darkness and extreme cold above the Arctic Circle drive everyone just a little insane . . . perhaps enough to kill. A beautiful Somali immigrant is found dead in a snowfield, her body gruesomely mutilated, a racial slur carved into her chest. Heading the murder investigation is Inspector Kari Vaara, the lead detective of the small-town police force. The vicious killing may have been a hate crime, a sex crime-or one and the same. Vaara knows he must keep this potentially explosive case out of the national headlines or else it will send shock waves across Finland, an insular nation afraid to face its own xenophobia. The demands of the investigation begin to take their toll on Vaara and his marriage. His young American wife, Kate, newly pregnant with their first child, is struggling to adapt to both the unforgiving Arctic climate and the Finnish culture of silence and isolation. Meanwhile Vaara himself, haunted by his rough childhood and failed first marriage, discovers that the past keeps biting at his heels: He suspects that the rich man for whom his ex-wife left him years ago may be the killer. Endless night can drive anyone to murder.
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IM IN HULLU PORO, The Crazy Reindeer, the biggest bar and restaurant in this part of the Arctic Circle. It was remodeled not long ago, but pine boards line the walls and ceiling, like an old Finnish farmhouse. Nouveau rustic decor.
Even though its early afternoon, a couple hundred people are here. The bar is crowded and noisy. Its minus forty degrees Celsius outside, too cold to ski. The rush of wind from racing downhill would cause instant frostbite on even the smallest patch of exposed skin. The lifts are closed, so people are drinking instead.
My wife, Kate, is the general manager of Levi Center, a complex of restaurants, bars, a two-hundred-room hotel and an entertainment arena that holds almost a thousand people. Hullu Poro is only part of a massive operation in the biggest ski resort in Finland, and Kate runs it all. Im proud of her.
Kate is behind the bar, talking to Tuuli, the shift manager. Im eavesdropping on their conversation because Im a cop, and Kate may want to have Tuuli arrested.
I think you played with the inventory on the computer, Kate says. You transferred liquor to other sales points, made it look like it disappeared from other bars, but you brought the bottles here, sold them out of this bar and pocketed the money.
Tuuli smiles and replies in Finnish. In a calm voice, she unleashes an eloquent stream of vicious invective. Kate has no idea of the ways in which Tuuli has insulted her.
Kate is five foot ten and slim. Shes wearing jeans and a cashmere sweater. Her long cinnamon hair is swept up in a chignon. Men around the bar sneak glances at her.
Please speak English so I can understand you, Kate says. If you cant explain where the liquor went, youre fired. Im considering pressing charges against you.
Tuulis face is unreadable. You dont know what youre talking about.
Kate is an expert in ski resort management. The owners of Levi Center wanted to expand the resort, so they brought her here to Finland from Aspen a year and a half ago to oversee the changes.
I checked the dates and times on the computer system, Kate says. The inventory transfers are consistent with times you were on duty. No one else could have done it. Six hundred euros worth of liquor went missing last month. Youve been working here for three months. Want me to check the other two months?
Tuuli mulls it over. If you give me a weeks pay and a letter of recommendation, she says, Ill resign without protesting to the union.
Kate folds her arms. No severance pay, no letter. If you file a protest, Ill prosecute.
Tuuli fingers a bottle of Johnny Walker on the shelf. The dull shine of her eyes tells me some of the stolen booze has been going down her throat. I know drunks. Shes considering bludgeoning Kate with the bottle. She glances at me and I shake my head. Tuuli takes her hand off the bottle and tries the conciliatory approach. Lets sit down and talk about this.
Kate signals to the bouncer at the front door and he comes over. This conversation is over, she says. Take Tuuli to get her things, then escort her out. Shes banned from the bar.
Youre a cunt, Tuuli says.
Kate smiles. And youre unemployed. Youre also banned from every bar in Levi owned by this firm.
Thats most of them. In effect, Tuuli is ostracized. She clenches her teeth and fists. Vitun huora. Fucking whore.
Kate looks at the bouncer. Get her out of here.
He puts a hand on Tuulis shoulder and guides her away.
When Kate turns to me, she looks ice-calm. I have to do a couple things in the office, Ill just be a few minutes.
I lean on the bar while I wait for her. A tourist asks Jaska, the bartender, Just how far north are we?
Jaska puts on the condescending face he reserves for foreigners. You Australians arent too good with... he cant find the word and reverts to Finnish. Maantiede. Drive that way for one day and you reach the Barents Sea, the end of the world. Hes pointing west.
Some Finns arent too good with geography either, I say. That way is toward Sweden. I turn ninety degrees. The North Pole is that way. I point east. Russia is over there. Were a hundred miles inside the Arctic Circle.
Inspector Vaara and I went to high school together, Jaska says. He got better grades than me.
Thanks for the lesson, the Aussie says. Its hard to get oriented when its dark all the time. Youre a policeman?
Yeah.
Have one on me officer. What are you drinking?
Lapin Kulta.
Whats that?
Beer. We had a gold rush in the Arctic a little over a hundred years ago, and the brand name means The Gold of Lapland.
Jaska makes drinks for the tourists and chats about skiing conditions. Its supposed to warm up to minus fifteen tomorrow, still bitter cold, but safe enough so that with proper clothing skiers can hit the slopes again.
Its good for me to make my presence felt here, to discourage locals whose idea of a good time is to get drunk and beat up or otherwise harass tourists. I look to the other side of the room. The Virtanen brothers are here, prime candidates for such behavior. By the end of the night, like as not, theyll pull knives on each other. One of these days one will kill the other, and the survivor will die of loneliness.
Jaska hands me my beer. Jotain muuta? Anything else?
A ginger ale for Kate.
While Jaska gets it for her, I go over to the Virtanen brothers table. Kimmo, Esa, hows it going?
The brothers look sheepish. My presence makes them nervous. Fine Kari, Esa says. Hows your gorgeous American wife?
My marriage to a foreigner causes suspicion and consternation among the less progressive thinkers of our small community, but also envy, because of Kates success and good looks.
Shes good. How are your mom and dad?
Mom cant speak since the stroke, andyou know how he isDad is Dad, Esa says, and Kimmo nods drunken agreement.
Esa and Kimmo and I grew up in the same neighborhood. Esa means their father has been drunk for weeks. Every winter he stays tanked on cheap Russian medical alcohol through kaamos, the dark time, until spring, and even then his sobriety is measured only in relation to his alcohol-induced winter coma. I wonder if their mother cant speak, or if shes so worn out that she has nothing left to say. Give them my best. You two stay out of trouble tonight.
Kate comes out from the back room. I get our drinks and we go to a table in the nonsmoking section.
I set her ginger ale on the table in front of her.
Kiitos. Thank you. She cant speak Finnish yet, but she tries to use the few words and phrases she knows. I could use a beer right now, she says, but I guess Im going to have to wait seven months for my next one.
Kate is pregnant with our first child. She told me two weeks ago while we celebrated our birthdays. We were born two days shy of eleven years apart, on opposite sides of the world.
Kate has put away her tough facade. Shes trembling. Tuuli, she says, is not a pleasant person.
Shes a thief. Why didnt you have me arrest her?
Recovering the small amount she stole doesnt balance against the bad press associated with theft by an employee. Word will get around. Thats why I fired her in front of Jaska. If anyone else is stealing, theyll stop.
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