Wallander returned to find his desk piled with messages. He flipped through them, and went to find some coffee to make up for the missed meal. He returned to the office to find the eager young officer waiting for him. He gestured, indicating that she should speak, and dropped into his chair. She already had a report, which she placed on his desk as she spoke:
"He is an American, and his name is Michael Schober. It looks like he recently got out of the Army – the gun is US Army – and he is apparently visiting some relative here in Sweden."
She put the gunman's wallet on the desk in front of Wallander, who leaned forward to look at it. "OK. Has he spoken at all? Did he say why he did this, or is this just what he does when he's been drinking?"
"He asked for his aunt. That's all he said. 'Call my aunt.'"
"Well, then, let's call the aunt. What's her number?"
The officer bent over the desk and pulled a business card out of the wallet. "That's the aunt. And, sir? He hasn't been drinking. He's completely sober. We tested him twice."
Wallander raised his eyebrows. He hadn't expected that. "All right, I'll call this …" he peered at the card… "Kalle Vogel. K-e-l-l-y? That's an odd spelling, though. Are you sure he said aunt and not uncle?"
The young officer shrugged and returned to her duties. Wallander shrugged, too, and picked up the phone. The business card was from the University at Lund; Dr. Vogel – until he figured out whether it was an aunt or an uncle, Doctor seemed safe - was evidently a history professor. A cell phone number was handwritten on the back, so he tried that first. A woman answered.
"Hello? Um... Dr. Kalle Vogel?"
"This is Dr. Kelly Vogel." She stressed the last syllable of her first name just enough that he could hear the correct pronunciation.
"Sorry. This is Kurt Wallander, calling from the police department in Ystad. We have someone here who claims to be your nephew. Do you know a Michael Schober?"
"Yes, that's my nephew. He's visiting from the States. What's he doing in Ystad?"
"Well, we're not completely sure, to be honest. We've arrested him, and I think it would be best if you came in to help us sort things out."
"Is he hurt? Is anyone else hurt?"
"No, nobody was hurt, but he did fire a gun inside a bar."
He heard Dr. Vogel sigh. "I'll be there as soon as I can. I'm coming from Lund, and I need to make a stop, so it will take me a little while to get to Ystad."
Wallander looked at his watch. "That's OK, I'll be here for a while."
"So I should ask for you when I get there? Kurt Wallander?"
"Yes, that's fine, ask for me," he nodded as he rang off.