destroyed the locks with a few well-aimed whacks of his axe and then forced the door open for them. Brogeland steps inside with Nora on his heels. It takes them only a few seconds to establish that the flat is empty.
‘Who was he looking for?’ Nora asks.
‘I can’t tell you anything about that,’ Brogeland replies.
‘Henning said he had found out who did it,’ Nora continues and walks closer to the kitchen table. ‘Done what?’
Again Brogeland declines to answer. Instead he narrows his eyes, annoyed at himself for not talking to Juul earlier that day when he had the chance. At that moment his mobile rings. Brogeland quickly takes it out from his inside pocket.
‘Hi, it’s me,’ Fredrik Stang says. ‘According to a Telenor aerial in Gamlebyen, Gunhild Dokken is in that area right now. Or she was there a moment ago.’
‘Gamlebyen,’ Brogeland mutters and feels someone elbowing him. He turns to Nora who is holding up a printout of an article from Aftenposten. Brogeland sees the photograph of Irene Otnes and Gunhild Dokken in front of Vidar Fjell’s overturned gravestone. Under the photo there is the caption about the desecration of a grave in Gamlebyen only a few days after the murder of Jocke Brolenius.
‘Bloody hell,’ Brogeland swears and looks at Nora. He issues a quick order to Stang. Seconds later they are on their way out of the flat.
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Gunhild leaves the axe where it is, grabs hold of Juul’s feet and drags him away. The guy weighs next to nothing, she thinks, and looks over her shoulder to make sure she doesn’t back into the fountain. She smiles to herself. Juul’s lifeless head bumps against the flagstones. If he had been alive she imagines that might have been quite painful.
Soon she reaches the mound of earth. A thick sheet of tarpaulin is stretched across the grave which will probably be filled tomorrow. She lets go of Juul’s feet and glances around again. Still no one to be seen. She swiftly flings the tarpaulin to one side. Water pours into the two-metre-deep hole. Feet first she pulls Juul closer to the edge and peers down. She smiles again and looks at Juul.
Earth to earth. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.
Brogeland drives as fast as he dares down Toftesgate, frightening the life out of a woman with a pram who starts to cross the road by the entrance to Sofienberg Park even though he has switched on both the siren and the flashing blue lights. The windscreen wipers swish back and forth at full speed, sweeping the rain aside. Next to him Nora is clinging to the door handle and pressing herself into the seat as the buildings fly past.
Minutes later he drives under the ring road and turns into Schweigaardsgate. He turns off both the sirens and the blue light without taking his foot off the accelerator. Through his mobile he receives constant updates of where the rest of the units have positioned themselves and who will do what when they get there. Further down the road several patrol cars are driving across Dyvekes Bru. Brogeland runs a red light and follows them.
‘There’s his Vespa,’ Nora exclaims, pointing.
Brogeland hits the brakes without skidding and comes to a smooth halt.
‘Are you sure?’ he says.
‘Yes.’
Brogeland alerts everyone over the radio, forces the car’s tyres on to the pavement and stops. They both jump out. The trees by the fence provide some shelter against the powerful downpour, but even so they are soaked in seconds. Brogeland opens the boot and unlocks the gun case, takes out the police’s standard hand weapon — a Heckler amp; Koch HK P30 — and runs as quickly as he can to the nearest entrance to the cemetery. Nora follows right behind him.
Gunhild Dokken half runs back to Vidar Fjell’s grave, picks up Henning’s shoulder-bag, the axe with which she killed Jocke Brolenius and the spade. As soon as she returns to the open grave, she removes the tarpaulin that covers the mound of earth and starts shovelling it into the hole.
There is a limit to how much earth I can put in, she thinks, since there is probably going to be a funeral the next day. It’s likely that Juul’s body will be found quickly, but she will win herself time. No one coming to the cemetery will think of looking into the hole, not once she has put the tarpaulin back over the opening. And even if anyone were to do so, all they would see is a layer of soil.
She peers into the grave and sees that she has managed to cover most of Juul’s body. Only his head, hands and part of one foot remain visible. She plunges the spade into the disturbed soil again and flings the next load into the hole. She misses Juul’s head, but carries on shovelling. This time she gets him. The soil covers almost all of his face. Satisfied, she registers that the next shovelful will hide Juul’s hands and that the following two will cover his foot and all of his head. She waits for a few seconds to make sure that Juul isn’t moving. Then she resumes digging. Just to be on the safe side.
Brogeland glances at the article they brought with them from Juul’s flat as he moves quickly down the flagstone path. In the distance he can just about make out the fountain in the mist. Around him officers are approaching with their weapons aimed straight ahead. They don’t have time to wait for Delta Force now. Every second could mean the difference between life and death.
They move with stealth. To the side of him a man whose contours he can only just make out raises a clenched fist. Everyone stops. Fresh signals are given, some officers spread out, but Brogeland walks right ahead, stops again. All he can hear is the sound of rain hitting the ground. Then he sees something further ahead. A dark female figure holding a spade, briskly shovelling soil from a pile in front of her. He sees the fringe that keeps flopping over her eyes. There is no sign of Henning Juul.
Slowly, they approach. Brogeland recognises Gunhild Dokken, but she doesn’t notice them. They stop again. The mist makes it difficult to see how far away they are, but he guesses ten or fifteen metres. Dark shadows draw near from various angles through the mist. They have got her. She is surrounded. There is nothing she can do.
Dokken carries on digging. Brogeland looks at his boss to his left a few metres away and gets the go-ahead. He takes off, screaming at the top of his voice like he always does when he wants to surprise someone. He hollers and hopes that the shock itself is enough to stun her so that she won’t have time to use weapons, destroy evidence or flee, and he gets exactly the reaction he was hoping for. Gunhild Dokken is taken by surprise and remains rooted to the spot. He can see her look of incomprehension, baffled how anyone would know to look for her in the cemetery, and she stands like a statue until Brogeland flings his arms around her, topples her to the ground and locks her in an iron grip.
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Down in the grave a foot sticks out through the soil. While Brogeland pins down Gunhild Dokken, Emil Hagen jumps in, landing softly next to the foot and quickly removes the earth covering Henning Juul’s face. Brogeland leaves Dokken to his officers‚ but resists the urge to leap into the grave as well because the space is limited. He sees Hagen find Juul’s mouth and nose, and soon the rain helps wash the soil off his face. Hagen places two fingers on Juul’s neck.
‘There is no pulse,’ Hagen calls out.
‘Call an ambulance,’ Brogeland shouts.
A voice next to him replies that it is already on its way. Four, five minutes, Brogeland estimates and it will be there. He can see that Juul has sustained a heavy blow to the side of his head, probably with the spade, but with the flat side, not the edge. If that had been the case Hagen’s resuscitation attempts would very likely have been in vain. Hagen takes a deep, controlled breath before he gets to work starting with thirty heart compressions, then he
