Bad Intentions Read online

  Karin Fossum

  Bad Intentions

  TRANSLATED

  FROM THE NORWEGIAN

  BY

  Charlotte Barslund

  Harvill Secker

  LONDON

  Contents

  Cover

  Title

  Copyright

  Also By Karin Fossum

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

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  Copyright © Karin Fossum 2008

  English translation copyright © Charlotte Barslund 2010

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  First published with the title Den onde viljen in 2008 by J.W. Cappelens Forlag AS, Oslo

  First published in Great Britain in 2010 by HARVILL SECKER Random House 20 Vauxhall Bridge Road London SWIV 2SA

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  ALSO BY KARIN FOSSUM

  Don’t Look Back

  He Who Fears the Wolf

  When the Devil Holds the Candle

  Calling Out For You

  Black Seconds

  Broken

  The Water’s Edge

  CHAPTER 1

  The lake, which was commonly known as Dead Water, lay like a well between steep mountains, and anyone who tried to wade into it would sink up to their knees in its soft mud. On the shore, partially hidden by spruce trees sat a small log cabin. Axel Frimann was looking out of the window. It was almost midnight on 13 September and the moon cast a pale blue light across the water. There was something magical about it all. At any moment, Axel imagined, a water sprite might rise from the depths. Just as the image came to him, he thought he saw a ripple in the water as though something was about to surface. But nothing happened and a smile, which no one noticed, crossed his face.

  He turned to the other two and suggested that they should go rowing. ‘Have you seen the light?’ he said. ‘It’s really cool.’

  Philip Reilly was reading. He tossed his long hair.

  ‘Yes, why not?’ he said. ‘A trip on the lake. What do you say, Jon?’

  Jon Moreno was lost in the flames in the fireplace. The fire made him feel warm and dizzy. In his hand he held a blister pack of anti-anxiety pills and every four hours he pressed one through the foil and put it in his mouth.

  Did he want to go out on the lake?

  He looked at Axel and Reilly. There is something about their eyes, something evasive, he thought, but then again, I’m not quite myself, I’m ill, I’m taking medication, calm down, they’re my friends, they just want what’s best for me. But he did not want to go out on the lake, not in the middle of the night in the cold moonlight. He did not trust himself completely. In here by the fire he felt safe, in here between the timber walls, in the company of his friends, because they were his friends, weren’t they? He tried to catch Reilly’s eye, but Reilly had got up and was fumbling with something on a shelf.

  ‘It’s important that you get some exercise,’ Axel said. ‘Sitting still only makes your anxiety worse. You need to get your blood circulating, get it delivering oxygen to your cells. So come on.’

  Jon did not want to let them down. They were doing this for him, they wanted him to have some fun and he did not have much of that at the hospital. Only endless days where nothing ever happened, spent wandering up and down the corridors. They were smiling at him, encouraging him now, Axel with his dark eyes, Reilly with his grey ones. So he got up from the chair and put the blister pack in his pocket. He never went anywhere without it. He reached out for his mobile which lay on the table, but changed his mind. His anxiety hummed through his body like an electric current. Somewhere a demon is flicking a switch, on and off, on and off, he thought, and I can’t breathe.

  ‘Put your jacket on,’ Axel said. ‘It’s chilly.’

  Jon looked around for his jacket. He could not remember where he had put it, but Axel found it and brought it over. Reilly blew out the paraffin lamp and a sudden darkness descended upon them. Jon knelt down to lace up his boots. A knot and a bow followed by another knot. Axel and Reilly waited.

  ‘What about the fire?’ Jon asked.

  ‘We won’t be gone long, there’s no danger,’ Axel said. ‘Come on.’

  ‘Shouldn’t we put the fireguard in front of it?’

  Axel shrugged. ‘All right.’

  He disappeared into the kitchen and they heard him scrabbling. Then he returned with the fireguard and placed it in front of the fire. The cast-iron fireguard was decorated with two wolves baring their teeth.

  Jon looked at the wolves and at his two friends.

  ‘We ready to go then?’ Axel said.

  Reilly nodded. Jon stuck his hands in his pockets. Axel patted him on the shoulder. His hand was warm and comforting. Trust us, the hand said, we only want what’s best for you, you’re among friends.

  It was Friday the 13th of September. They went out into the dark night and fetched the oars from the shed.

  A n
arrow path led down to the shore of Dead Water.

  CHAPTER 2

  The boat lay bottom up among the reeds, green and swollen like a pea pod. Axel and Reilly took hold of it and turned it over. It was filthy and slimy on the inside and by the light of the moon they saw a reptile scurry over the side and disappear.

  ‘A lizard,’ Axel remarked.

  Jon stood with his hands in his jacket pockets. He stared at the boat with apprehension. He did not want to sit on the dirty thwarts. Axel read his mind and wiped them with the sleeve of his jacket.

  ‘Sit at the stern,’ he ordered him.

  Obediently Jon stepped into the boat. He looked down at the black water. Perhaps there was no bottom, only mud that went on for ever. It might be good to let yourself sink, he thought, stop the fear flowing through your body for good. An explosion in his head, a burning sensation in his lungs and it would be all over. Axel and Reilly pushed off and the boat glided smoothly through the reeds. Jon felt it rock from side to side. He sat very still on the thwart, a skinny lad with small hands. His gaze wandered across the landscape, the steep mountains which surrounded the lake. Axel and Reilly each took an oar, fumbling at first until they found their rhythm. The boat gained speed.

  ‘Look at the light,’ Axel said.

  The moonlight was cold and pale. Everything around them had acquired a metallic sheen. Reilly concentrated on rowing. The boat moved steadily across the lake, the water dripped like silver from the oars. Jon gripped the thwart with both hands. He was surrounded by darkness and black water. His fear gnawed at him like a sharp tooth.

  Axel broke the silence.

  ‘And what about your psychologist, Jon? Can you talk to him?’

  ‘Her,’ Jon corrected him. ‘Her name’s Hanna Wigert. Yes, I can talk to her.’

  ‘How old is she?’ Axel wanted to know.

  ‘Forty, I think,’ Jon said. ‘Besides, she’s a psychiatrist.’

  ‘Same thing, isn’t it?’ Axel declared.

  ‘No,’ Jon said. ‘It’s not the same thing.’

  The men rowed with long, steady strokes.

  ‘And you talk about whatever you like?’ Axel probed.

  Jon looked the other way. ‘I suppose so. Mostly about when I was little,’ he said. ‘But it wasn’t when I was little that things went wrong.’

  He felt disoriented. In the moonlight Axel’s face was blue and white, and his eyes were black hollows.

  ‘But your dad left you,’ Axel said. ‘That couldn’t have been easy?’

  Jon curled up on the thwart.

  ‘People lose each other all the time,’ he said, ‘and they carry on anyway. As I did. It was fine, we managed fine.’

  Axel’s oar sliced like a knife through the water.

  ‘Well,’ he said, ‘this is fun. But we all know what this is really about. Don’t we, Jon?’

  Everyone in the boat fell completely silent.

  Jon’s head dropped, he was having trouble breathing. Hanna had told him what to do when this happened. Stand up, she had said, so that your lungs have room to expand. But he was scared of standing up in the boat so he stayed huddled up, struggling to breathe.

  Reilly mumbled a verse he had learned by heart.

  ‘“If God were to punish men according to what they deserve, He would not leave on the back of the earth a single living creature: but He gives them respite for a stated Term: when their Term expires, verily God has in His sight all His Servants.”’

  ‘Jesus,’ Axel said, ‘I’m impressed. You know your Bible.’

  ‘Koran, Axel, Koran.’

  ‘Same thing, isn’t it?’

  ‘No,’ Reilly said. ‘It’s not the same thing.’

  Axel stuck his hand in his pocket and came up with a packet of Marlboro. The flame from the lighter made his face glow.

  ‘Why are we stopping?’ Jon asked.

  ‘Just felt like a cigarette,’ Axel replied.

  Jon stared at his feet for a long time; he was feeling nauseous. He was far away from the cabin and even further away from the hospital. I’m in their way, he thought, I’m the weak link. I can’t do what they can. Axel’s eyes glow like his cigarette, those eyes will never leave me in peace.

  Reilly stared at the bottom of the boat. He also seemed to be uncomfortable. He was too big overall, his arms and legs too long. His large hands rested on his knees. From the shore they heard a rustling sound, probably a bird taking off, Jon thought. Axel inhaled. Jon watched the repetitive movements. He followed the tip of Axel’s cigarette with his eyes. It had an almost hypnotic effect on him. Why aren’t they talking, he wondered, what are they waiting for? Are they trying to get rid of me, is that why they came to pick me up from the hospital, is that why they wanted to get me out here on the water, in the darkness? The fear crept up on him, but it was a ridiculous notion; they are my friends, he rebuked himself, sitting here worrying like a little kid, what am I thinking? Pull yourself together, Jon Moreno.

  But he was incapable of pulling himself together. If only he could take off like the bird and fly away from everything, away from anxiety and guilt. Like a sleepwalker he got up from the thwart. Then he fell over the side of the boat.

  Everything happened softly and quietly. There were only a few splashes which swiftly turned into ripples. Then he was gone.

  Reilly leapt up, the boat rocked. He went to jump in after him, but Axel pulled him back down.

  ‘Don’t!’ he shouted. ‘You won’t make it. You won’t get him back into the boat, your clothes will get waterlogged and you’ll both drown. Don’t do it!’

  ‘Jon can’t swim,’ Reilly screamed.

  Axel held him tight. The boat settled down.

  The water lay shiny and still.

  They dragged the boat ashore.

  Everything had happened so fast that Reilly had barely had time to think, but he was thinking now. And Jon must have thought, too, as he swallowed the cold, muddy water. While he sank to the bottom he must have been thinking that it was all over now. It was all over. But I’m still here, Reilly thought, and I wake up every day struggling to breathe. They were back inside the cabin. Axel lit the paraffin lamp. The fire had nearly gone out, only a few embers remained. He removed the fireguard with the two wolves and threw on a new log. It soon flared up. Reilly sat down on a chair. He slumped, his big hands resting on his thighs. It was not long before he rummaged around his inside pocket for a small bottle. It looked like the miniature shampoo bottles you find in hotels and it was filled with a clear liquid. He poured a little into the cap and swallowed it.

  ‘What’s that you’re taking?’ Axel wanted to know.

  ‘An upper.’

  ‘And what’s an upper?’

  Reilly closed his eyes.

  ‘Don’t worry about it. It’s a substance which naturally occurs in your brain. I’m merely raising the level.’

  He sat still, waiting for the rush which was about to hit his head and body. Soon he would feel as light as a feather. A wave would lift him upwards and onwards, and the pain which was always with him would melt away like snow.

  ‘What are we going to do?’ Reilly asked.

  Axel waited a long time before he replied.

  ‘I’ve got an idea,’ he said. ‘We do nothing right now. We wait until the morning, then we call. We say that Jon must have gone out while we were sleeping. That we woke up and found his room empty. It’s simpler like that. It’s the middle of the night and it would take them several hours to drive here. They can’t start looking for him now, anyway. What do you think, Reilly?’

  Reilly shook his head. ‘We have to call,’ he said. ‘Who do we call, who will come?’

  ‘Divers,’ Axel said. ‘Police officers and people from the rescue services. And they might bring dogs. It’ll be teeming with people here. Also, I’ve been thinking about something,’ he added. ‘I don’t fancy telling Ingerid that we watched Jon drown. I don’t want to be a bigger part of this than I have to. It was Jon’s choice.’
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  ‘But he didn’t have a choice,’ Reilly objected.

  ‘He was ill,’ Axel said.

  Again there was silence in front of the fire. The rush carried Reilly off.

  Besides, it suited him fine that Axel made the decision.

  ‘We need to agree on some key points,’ Axel said. ‘I’m the first to wake up. I see that Jon has gone. I go straight to your room to tell you. I run around the forest calling out for him, but after one hour we give up and phone for help.’

  ‘They’ll want to know how Jon was,’ Reilly said. ‘If we noticed anything.’

  ‘We didn’t notice anything in particular. Jon was just as he always was. And we haven’t found any letters. We need to roll out his sleeping bag, he didn’t unpack it. We’ll say that we went to bed at midnight and that we haven’t seen him since.’

  They went to the smallest bedroom, where Jon normally slept. Reilly rolled out the sleeping bag and arranged it on the bed. He pulled down the zip and rumpled it up a bit. Axel put his hand on Reilly’s shoulder.

  ‘Let’s go and sit down, have a beer.’

  ‘He went straight down,’ Reilly said.

  ‘I know,’ Axel replied.

  They were back in front of the fire. Reilly met Axel’s eyes in the flickering glow.

  ‘You’re finding this all very convenient, aren’t you? That he’s gone.’