CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
As Remi sat in Uppsala’s main police station while Sverdrup got processed, she grew increasingly uneasy.
The device that she had carefully put in a padded evidence box lay open on her lap. Now that she had been able to study it for a time without the distraction of a murder suspect standing right next to her, she realized it was all wrong.
Or to be precise, it was mostly wrong.
The three gears that had been inexpertly cleaned and oiled were obviously original. The others, which in her initial shock she mistook for being original and expertly restored, were clearly modern replicas. She could see the machine tooling on the surfaces.
At first she thought that Sverdrup had used the stolen pieces as a model for creating a replica, but then realized that if he had done t
