There was no sign of Antti and Iida, but Einstein rubbed up against my legs, seemingly in need of company. Stretching for a minute, I tried to get the knots in my shoulders to relax. Then I set off toward Espoo Central Park. After a few hundred yards, the running started to flow, and the damp autumn air was easy to breathe. I tried not to think about work, but two things kept running through my mind. First, our visit to Merivaara Nautical hadn’t produced any results. And second, Ström had been drinking at work. I had asked him straight up, and he had denied drinking anything. When I requested that he open his bottom drawer, he replied by saying that its contents were none of my business. Because I needed to get to another meeting, I left the matter at that. But I would have to bring it up again soon. I was the unit commander, and I couldn’t ignore the responsibility that the position brought with it. One part of me thought that Ström was boozing at work to test whether I would have the nerve to intervene.
