Chapter 9
Mattis’ mom is waiting for us when we get home from the apothecary. She looks a lot less hostile than the day before, and after giving her son a hug, she holds out her hand to me.
“Ann Nyman.”
I accept her handshake. She’s got a firm grasp to go with her stern attitude. “Nice to officially meet you, Mrs. Nyman. I’m Hannes Viklund, but you know that already.”
I invite her inside; she declines my offer to stay for dinner but accepts a cup of tea, and soon we’re seated around the kitchen table.
“What did you learn?” Mattis asks.
“I was right. This house is listed in our records as the residence of Ellen Bergman.”
“That’s Nana. My great grandmother’s name was Bergman before she got married.”
Mrs. Nyman dips her chin and lets her gaze rake over me. “You don’t look like her.”
