“He’s run all the way over to upper Vråkäng, the little bugger.” “Sixten? Have you found him?” A wave of relief washes over me, and I can’t help but grin. Marita grins back, nodding as her thumbs dance across the screen. “They say they tried calling the number on his collar.” “Well, no one’s called me,” I say with a frown. “There’s always something wrong with these damn phones.” “Is this it?” she asks, holding up my mobile. I nod. “You’ve got five missed calls,” she tells me, shaking her head with a smile. “The sound is down. Let me turn it up for you.”
