Nesser Håkan - Münsters case: an Inspector Van Veeteren mystery

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Translation copyright 2012 by Laurie Thompson

All rights reserved. Published in the United States by Pantheon Books, a division of Random House, Inc., New York, and in Canada by Random House of Canada Limited, Toronto. Originally published in Sweden as Mnsters Fall by Albert Bonniers Forlag, Stockholm, in 1998. Copyright 1998 by Hkan Nesser.

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Nesser, Hkan, [date]
[Mnsters fall. English]
Mnsters case : an Inspector Van Veeteren mystery / Hkan
Nesser; Translated from the Swedish by Laurie Thompson.
p. cm.
eISBN: 978-0-307-90784-4
1. Van Veeteren, Inspector (Fictitious character)Fiction.
2. MurderInvestigationFiction. 3. SwedenFiction.
I. Thompson, Laurie, [date] II. Title.
PT 9876.24. E 76 M 8613 2012 839.7374dc23 2012005613

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For the man in the street, the most important thing is to realize that deeds have consequences.

For a detective, they have causes.

Erwin Baasteuwel, Detective Inspector

The last day of Waldemar Leverkuhns life could hardly have begun any better.

After a windy night of nonstop rain, mild autumn sunshine was now creeping in through the kitchen window. From the balcony overlooking the courtyard he could hear the characteristic soft cooing of lovelorn pigeons, and the fading echo of his wifes footsteps on the stairs as she set off for the market. The Neuwe Blatt was spread out on the table in front of him, and he had just laced his morning coffee with a couple of drops of gin when Wauters rang.

We won, Wauters said.

Won? said Leverkuhn.

Christ yes, we won! said Wauters. They said so on the radio.

On the radio?

Fuck me if we havent won twenty thousand! Five eachand not a day too soon!

The lottery?

The lottery, yes. What else? What did I tell you? There was something special in the air when I bought the ticket. My God, yes! Mrs. Milkerson in the corner shop sort of coaxed it out! As if she really was picking out the right one. Two, five, five. One, six, five, five! It was the fives that won it for us, of course. Ive had a feeling this was going to happen all week!

How much did you say?

Twenty thousand, for Gods sake! Five each. Ill have to ring the others. Lets get together at Freddys this eveningdammit, a party in Capernaum is called for!

Five thousand ? said Leverkuhn, but Wauters had already hung up.

He remained standing for a while with the receiver in his hand, feeling dizzy. Five thousand guilders? He blinked carefully a few times, and when his eyes started to focus again they turned automatically to look at the wedding photograph on the bureau. The one in the gold frame. They settled gradually on Marie-Louises round, milk-fresh face. Her dimples and corkscrew curls. A warm wind in her hair. Glitter in her eyes.

That was then, he thought. She was a stunner in those days. Nineteen forty-eight. As tasty as a cream cake! He took out his handkerchief and blew his nose. Scratched himself a little tentatively in the crotch. It was different nowadays but thats the way it is with women early blossoming, childbirth, breast-feeding, weight gain reluctance. It was sort of in the nature of things. Different with men, so very different.

He sighed and went out of the bedroom. Continued his train of thought, even though he didnt really want to. That seemed to happen often nowadays. Men, oh yes, they were still up for it much longer, that was the big difference that damned big difference. Mind you, it evened itself out toward the end. Now, well into the autumn of his life, he rarely got the urge anymore, it had to be admitted. That applied to both of them.

But what else could you expect? Seventy-two and sixty-nine. Hed heard about people who could keep going for longer than that, but as far as he was concerned it was probably all over and done with, hed just have to make the best of it.

There was the odd little twitch now and then, though, which he preferred to do without. A vague reminder of days long past, no more than a memory, a sad recollection.

But thats the way it was. A little twitch that he could have done without. He flopped down over the kitchen table again.

Five thousand!

My God! He tried to think. Five thousand guilders!

But it was hard to pin down those butterfies fluttering in his stomach. What the hell could he do with that amount of money?

A car? Hardly. It would probably be enough for a pretty decent secondhand model, and he had a drivers license; but it was ten years since hed sat at the wheel, and he hadnt had any pressing desire to get out and see the world for a long time now.

Nor did he prefer an expensive vacation. It was like Palinski used to say: hed seen most things and more besides.

A better television set?

No point. The one they had was only a couple of years old, and in any case, he used it only as something to sit in front of and fall asleep.

A new suit?

For his own funeral?

No, the first thing to stick its head over the parapet inside his mind was that there was nothing he really needed. Which no doubt said a lot about what a miserable old grump hed become. Couldnt even work out how to spend his own money any longer. Couldnt be bothered. What a joke!

Leverkuhn slid the newspaper to one side and poured himself another cup of coffee with a dash of gin.

That was surely something he could allow himself? Another cup? He listened to the pigeons as he sipped his coffee. Maybe that was how he should deal with the situation? Allow himself a few things? Buy an extra round or two at Freddys. More expensive wines. A decent bite to eat at Keefers or Kraus.

Why not? Live a bit of the good life for a year or two.

Now the phone rang again.

Palinski, of course.

Dammit, a party in Capernaum is called for tonight!

The very same words as Wauters. How odd that he wasnt even capable of thinking up his own swearwords. After his opening remark he roared with laughter on the phone for half a minute, then finished off by yelling something about how the wine would be flowing at Freddys.

half past six! White shirt and new tie, you old devil!

And he hung up. Leverkuhn observed his newlywed wife again for a while, then returned to the kitchen. Drank up the rest of the coffee and belched. Then smiled.

He smiled at last. After all, five thousand was five thousand.

Bonger, Wauters, Leverkuhn, and Palinski.

They were a long-standing, ancient quartet. He had known Bonger and Palinski since he was a boy. Since they were at school together at the Magdeburgska, and the wartime winters in the cellars on Zuiderslaan and Merdwick. They had drifted apart for a few decades in the middle of their lives, naturally, but their paths had crossed once again in their late middle age.

Wauters had joined them later, much later. One of the lone gents who hung out at Freddys, Herr Wauters. Moved there from Hamburg and Frigge and God only knows where else. He had never been married (the only one of the quartet who had managed to avoid that, he liked to point outalthough he now shared the bachelor state with both Bonger and Palinski)and he was probably the loneliest old man you could possibly imagine. Or at least, thats what Bonger used to confide in them, strictly between friends of course. It was Bonger who had gotten to know him first, and introduced him into their circle. A bit of a gambler as well, this Wauters, if you could believe the rumors he spread somewhat discriminately about himself, that is. But now he restricted himself to the soccer pools and the lottery. The horses nowadays were nothing but drugged-up donkeys, he used to maintain with a sigh, and the jockeys were all greedy pricks. And as for cards? Well, if youd lost nearly twelve hundred on a full house, huh, lets face itit was about bloody time you took things easy in your old age!