10 23 What the hell is this all about?” Mario Ney was already out in the stairwell as Winter and Halders were on their way up. Winter could see the two police officers from Frölunda flanking Ney like bodyguards in uniform. “What’s going on?” “Can we go in?” Winter said. Ney turned around abruptly, as though to verify the location of the door, that he was standing outside his own home. “It’s Elisabeth? Something’s happened to her? Where is she?” “Mario . . .” Winter extended his hand, but Ney was already on his way back over the threshold, as though he understood that it was in there that he would get his answers. “Can we go now?” one of the police officers asked. “Thanks,” Winter said. “What did he say when you got here?” Halders asked. “He didn’t say anything.” “Nothing?” “We just came up here. He opened the door and stared at us and then he went back into the apartment again.” “And then you got here,” said the other officer. “But he was calm.”
