Not Until the Giver is Dead

Determined Frida Norrby folds her wool skirt and gathers the remains of the child in the fabric. She strikes the head.
'You little one ... what did they do to you? Quiet! Is there anyone there?' She stops with the shovel in her hand and listens. 'Helge, is that you?' No, the steps she just heard were shorter and lighter. A living person's steps.
Some people think she has become paranoid after the death of her husband. Maybe that is true, when she night after night digs according to the maps she found in the safe deposit Helge had. While away, someone has searched through Helge's desk and left the front door open. She is convinced the maps, can rewrite the Swedish history.
Not Until the Giver is Dead is like a Swedish Da Vinci Code. Knowledge is just preliminary assumptions while waiting for new findings. True or false, that is left for the afterworld to decide ...