“There was a car accident last night. His niece is in critical condition.” “Oh, shit,” someone mutters. “Fuck, man. I hope she’s okay,” says another. But I’m still looking at Lindberg, studying the somber expression on his face. “There’s more.” He looks from Karlsson to me. Then he nods. “Just say it,” I murmur. Lindberg holds my gaze, tears rimming his eyes. “His sister is dead.”
