Nothing else. STREET. The letters seemed to be pressed into the wall, but even so had started to trickle down from the bottom, to dissolve away. STREET. As in WALL STREET.
Winter could feel a shudder coming, but fended it off. “Street” was the English for the Swedish “gatan,” and since V and W are the same letter in Swedish, did it mean Vallgatan? Was Wall Street Vallgatan? Were you leading my thoughts in the right direction, God, yesterday or the day before or whenever it was? Is it Vallgatan we’re looking for? Is that where the answer is? Don’t lead me astray here.
Fröberg had come back. He could hear her behind him, but he didn’t turn around.
“She’s still alive,” she said. “They just phoned.”
Winter nodded.
“But she’s not awake, if you were thinking of that.”
“I wasn’t thinking of that.”