The Glass Devil by Helene Tursten

information on the Internet really dangerous? Irene made a mental note to contact someone who could help her find out.
    “Do you know if he continued searching for the Satanists?”
    “Yes. Jacob knows . . . knew a lot about computers, and he was here about a month ago helping Sten—”
    “Sorry for having to interrupt. But were they using the computers here in the Fellowship Hall?” Irene asked, pointing at Louise Måårdh’s computer on the desk in front of them.
    “No. No, they were using the computer over in the rectory. I was invited there for afternoon coffee. Elsa was feeling quite well at that time and asked me to come. When I arrived, Jacob was also there. Elsa said something about them having spent the whole morning with the computer, and then Sten said that he and Jacob had something big going on. I asked if they were on the trail of the Satanists, and Sten nodded.”
    “He nodded? He didn’t say anything?”
    “No. But he and Jacob exchanged a look, as if they were . . . conspirators.”
    Conspirators. Father and son were on the trail of Satanists, who had burned down the chapel. According to Rut Börjesson, the rector had been obsessed with the idea. Despite their caution, had they gotten too close? Even if the murder method was not typical of Satanism, the symbol on the computer screens and the upside-down crucifix pointed to a connection. As Sten and Jacob Schyttelius had hunted the church arsonists via the computer, it might explain why the computers had been marked with the pentagrams.
    “Were there many people who knew that they were seeking the Satanists via the Internet?” Irene continued.
    Rut Börjesson shook her head. “I don’t think so. Right after the fire, he spoke of catching the guilty ones and punishing them severely. But as time went on, there were more important things to take care of. I was actually quite surprised when he said that he was still looking for them.”
    “And was it a complete coincidence that you found out about it?”
    “Yes.”
    There was a short silence while Irene reflected. Finally, she decided to move on to something else and let go of the Satanic angle for a while.
    “What kind of a person was Sten Schyttelius?” she asked.
    The deaconess’s sorrowful expression vanished. Her face lit up. “Deeply pious, good-hearted. He hadn’t had an easy time through the years with Elsa’s illness, but he never complained. He took care of the kids and did his job. They’ve always had help with the cleaning, but otherwise he did most things himself. He enjoyed mealtimes and was a good cook and a wine connoisseur. He was an avid hunter as well. Each year, he took a break from work for the moose hunt.”
    “And Jacob was like his father?”
    “Yes. Except maybe not quite as good at cooking, but he was also a hunter. Very nice and friendly. The last few years, both of them became heavily involved with Sweden’s Ecumenical Children’s Villages. Mostly it was Sten, but last fall Jacob also started working actively.”
    “What would they do?”
    A blush suffused Rut Börjesson’s pale cheeks as she described the absorbing work of father and son Schyttelius. “They traveled with aid groups to war- and catastrophe- stricken countries in Africa to help needy children. Various Christian organizations in Sweden have set up several villages for orphaned children, about ten in all. For the most part, all work is done by volunteers, and both Sten and Jacob helped wholeheartedly. The expense of the trip and room and board was paid by the parishes, but otherwise they weren’t compensated.”
    “Did Rebecka also help?”
    “No. She has lived in London for the last two years, where she works as a computer consultant, or whatever it’s called. I don’t think she’s active in the church.”
    “Was Elsa Schyttelius involved in the children’s villages?”
    “No. Elsa had more than enough to occupy her with her illness.”
    Irene saw that Rut was exhausted and decided to