I got up and walked over to the window. It had grown dark outside. The sun had long gone down, but the lights from Ullerntoppen and the gleam of the floodlights round Oscarshall Palace orientated me as to where I was, high above the peasantry. I lifted the mobile to my ear and said my name.
His voice came in fits and starts, as if he too was having problems finding the right words. ‘I’ve spoken to Silje. You said you wanted to meet me.’
It was Jan Egil.
52
‘Where are you?’ I asked.
‘In town. Where are you?’
‘With your solicitor, Jens Langeland.’
There was a silence.
‘Are you still there?’
‘Yes… Ask Langeland if you can borrow his car.’
Langeland and Vibecke were following the conversation closely. I lowered the phone and said: ‘It’s Jan Egil… he’s asking whether I can borrow your car.’
‘My car!’ Langeland held out his hand. ‘Let me talk to him.’
I raised the phone to my mouth. ‘Langeland’s coming.’
Langeland took the phone and said: ‘Jan Egil! What’s going on?… But why haven’t you contacted me? It’s at times like this you need a solicitor!.. Yes… No… But what do you want with him?… In that case I’ll come, too… Why not?… But, I’m already involved. I’m your solicitor, for Pete’s sake! I have been for all these years.’
I looked at Vibecke while Langeland was speaking. The answers we guessed he was getting from Jan Egil seemed to be reflected in her face, like rapidly changing cloud cover.
‘OK then! But I don’t like the sound of that! I repeat with the uttermost clarity: I do not like this. I don’t even bloody know if the man has a licence…’ He cast a sidelong glance at me, and I responded instantly with a nod: Oh, yes, that much I did have. He glowered in return. ‘OK, Jan Egil… I’ll put him on. Take care.’
I was given back my mobile and raised it to my ear. ‘Me again.’
He wasted no time. ‘D’you know where Ulleval Stadium is?’
‘Yes, more or less. I’ll find my way there, anyway.’
‘Across the street there’s a Mercedes showroom. Park in front and get out of the car. I’ll be there as soon as I’m sure you’re alone.’
‘When?’
‘Soon as poss.’
‘I’ll give you a call back.’
‘Just come, Varg. That’s the main thing.’ With that he rang off.
I looked at Langeland again. ‘Did he say anything else to you?’
‘Just that he had something very important to discuss with you personally. You heard me insisting I came along too, but he said…’ He threw his arms in the air, desperate. ‘He told me not to get involved. But I’m already involved, I said.’
‘Yes, we heard that.’
‘Does he know?’ Vibecke asked in a clear voice.
We both glanced in her direction. ‘Know what?’ Langeland said.
Her eyes widened a fraction. ‘That you’re his father!’
‘No! No one knew… until now.’
‘Except for Mette Olsen,’ I said. ‘And she died a year ago. Could she have told anyone?’ As neither of them answered, I went on: ‘Terje Hammersten, for example?’
He stiffened. ‘Not as far as I know. No one has ever confronted me with it before today.’
‘And your superior at that time, Bakke, did he get to hear of anything?’
He shook his head.
‘Well… then I’ll have to take my chances and meet him face to face.’ I felt my nerves jangle inside me as I spoke. ‘If I can borrow your car, that is.’
He threw up his arms. ‘I agreed to that. Goodness me! The boy is wanted by the police and here I am, knowingly letting…’
‘If so, it’s not the first time you’ve violated professional ethics, Langeland.’
‘Watch your mouth or I’ll withdraw my offer!’
‘Offer?’
He pursed his lips and stood up. ‘Come with me.’
I joined him. Vibecke remained sitting, still half in shock at all she had learned over her elegant teacups.
I tried to catch her eye. ‘Goodbye, fru Langeland. See you again perhaps.’
‘Not if I have anything to do with it,’ Langeland mumbled.
She raised her head, but her eyes never reached any higher than my chest. ‘See… you.’
She was sitting by the large window like a little mermaid on the bank of the rest of her life, without the slightest confidence that she would ever be venturing out to sea again. She was stranded for good.
Langeland led me downstairs and asked me to wait in the hall while he went to his study to fetch the car key. From somewhere behind the wall panelling, tiny Lin scuttled out with my coat held in readiness, as if she had known for some time that I was leaving. Langeland returned, and we left the house together. He pressed a remote control and the broad garage door swung upwards.
There were two cars inside. One was a huge four-wheel drive, a Range Rover, the other a natty little Toyota Starlet.
‘You’ll have to take Vibecke’s,’ he growled, nodding to the tiny Starlet. ‘More your style, I would guess.’
‘I’ll be right at home,’ I said. ‘No problem. I’ll even be able to find the brake pedal.’
He didn’t smile, just pressed the key fob and the alarm was switched off. He opened the car door and peered in, as if to make sure there weren’t any personal effects left there. ‘I trust you will return it safe and sound, Veum.’
‘If that’s within my powers,’ I said, taking the key and sitting behind the wheel. After pushing the seat back a couple of notches I started the engine. The radio came on, a local station playing thump-thump-thump music. I turned down the volume and peered up at Langeland. ‘Then I’ll be saying “see you” to you, too.’
‘I wish it were avoidable, but we have to have the car back. Listen, Veum…’ He leaned forward, with a sudden insistent expression on his face. ‘Try to bring Jan Egil back with you. Whatever he’s done, it’s important that he and I talk.’
‘As solicitor and client or as…?’
‘Yes, yes! And I trust you’ll keep your mouth shut about the other business. If… when he finds out, I want it to be from me. Understood?’
‘Understood. Quickest way to Ulleval Stadium is down to the ring road, then head east, isn’t it?’
He nodded. ‘Good luck…’
‘Thank you.’
I put the car into gear and carefully manoeuvred my way out of the garage. He walked ahead and opened the gate. I raised my hand as I passed. Then I was on my way.
As I swung into Dr. Holms vei and down towards Besserud, I noticed a large black car with darkened windows parked a bit further up the road. The muscles in my midriff tautened instinctively, and my mouth went dry. But it was impossible to see if anyone was inside, and for as long as it was in my rear-view mirror, it didn’t move.
I adapted quickly to the car. It wasn’t very different from my Corolla, but I would have felt more like the king of the road if he had lent me his four-wheel drive. I kept glancing in the mirror at regular intervals. When I was almost in Slemdal I suddenly noticed a big black car barely a hundred metres behind me. At that distance it was difficult to tell if it was the same one, but the feeling in my stomach did not improve.
