dry slice of bread and wonder what I will say to Agnes Thelin. Elsa and Jimmy take the elevator with me, down to the interrogation room, where Michael Blomberg is waiting. “Good morning, Stella,” he says. He seems nervous. Is he afraid of what I’m going to say? He huffs and puffs as he wrestles his way out of his tight jacket. His shirt is navy blue. Agnes Thelin rattles off a few pleasantries before settling down across from me and starting the recording. “You’ve had some time to think since we last spoke, Stella. Is there something you want to tell me, or clarify?”
