'Just keep your mind on the jump. Maybe this isn't what we thought. Someone has been after the money. If Tommy Rein has gone underground, he must have his reasons. And maybe he's working with someone.'
'They would have struck at night. Not early in the morning. Besides, they would have come by car so they could make their getaway.' Skarre stood up. 'Don't forget to fill the fridge with beer. Nothing else helps the day after.'
Sejer did not hear her knock. Sara was all of a sudden standing there with a bag in her hand. She had been home and changed. Home to Gerhard, he thought.
She took a few steps forward and stopped in front of his desk, as he tried to hide his surprise and the emotions that unravelled in him.
Sara Struel stared at him. The chief inspector looked different. Caught off guard. It was obvious that he was struggling to collect himself and regain control.
'What I can do for you?' he stammered.
'I don't know yet,' she said.
There was a long silence. Her eyes were dancing. He watched her sheepishly, feeling his face begin to stiffen.
'Aren't you going to ask me why I'm here?' she said, still smiling.
You're going on holiday with Gerhard to Israel, and you need a new passport, and the passport office is on the first floor, so you thought you would kill two birds with one stone.
'Aren't you curious?'
Actually, I'm scared.
'Right at this moment you're as helpless as the toad,' she said. 'I came here because I wanted to see you again.'
Soon I won't be able to tell the difference between a dream and reality.
'I'm so thirsty.' She looked around his office. 'Do you have anything to drink?'
He stood up as if asleep and brought her a tumbler of water.
Maybe Gerhard beats her. And she's ready to leave.
'I'm sorry,' she said softly. 'I've embarrassed you. I just think it's good to speak candidly.'
'Yes, of course,' he said seriously, as though she were a witness who had revealed something important, and he was determined to deal with the matter.
'I realise that some people might feel otherwise. But we're grown-ups, after all.'
'Nothing wrong with that.'
He drank a whole glass of water himself in one gulp, and fixed his eyes on the desk. He was staring at the blotter, at the African continent where wars were raging. Something was raging inside of him too. He felt as flammable as a petrol drum. A tiny spark would set him on fire, like if her hand came closer to his. It was on the desk, soft and slender, no distance from his own.
'It wasn't a death threat,' she said, smiling gently as she patted his hand.
'A death threat?' he said.
'I just said that I wanted to see you again. Nothing worse.'
'We're grateful for all the help we can get,' he said awkwardly. Obviously she had thought of something important in relation to the case.
'I'm going to help you out a little,' she said, looking deep into his eyes. 'Just answer one question.'
He nodded, amenable and proper, clutching his glass.
'Are you glad to see me?'
Konrad Sejer, chief inspector, weighing 83 kilos and standing 196 centimetres tall, got to his feet. He hadn't thought it possible. He went over to the window and looked down at the river and the boats.
My defence system, he thought, is caving in. I'm open all the way to my soul. I have nowhere to hide.
'I have plenty of time,' she said. 'I'll wait for your answer.'
Will I start something if I answer? Pull yourself together, man. It's not about confessing to a murder. All you have to do is say yes.
He turned and met her gaze.
The sightings were being logged by the station switchboard. Errki had been seen in four places, spread across an area that it would be impossible for him to have covered in so short a time. A young woman pushing a pram had seen him on Highway 285; she remembered his T-shirt. At about the same time a woman at a Shell station outside Oslo claimed that he had bought a can of petrol. He had arrived on foot and disappeared on foot. A truck driver had taken him across the border into Sweden at Orje.
Unfortunately, it was only the last sighting that reached the ears of Kannick Snellingen. Palte was the one who mentioned it. 'He's on his way to Sweden; that's what they just said on the radio. Just think of that poor driver, Kannick. He has no idea who he has in his truck!'
Scared? Not that boy. Kannick had lost two arrows up in the woods. Two Green Eagle carbon arrows with genuine feathers that cost 120 kroner each. The thought of having to wait any longer to search for them was unbearable. There were animals up there, and they might get trampled. Then maybe it would rain, and slowly but surely they would sink down and be swallowed by the earth. He knew just where he had been standing when he shot those two arrows, and in his mind he could follow their flight through the trees, to where they had landed. He had intended to go looking for them as soon as he'd heard about Errki, but it was getting late, and his excursion hadn't been sanctioned from above. Now he sat in his room and stared out at the courtyard. Gave a long, satisfying burp and tasted again the leeks and turnips from the stew they had eaten for dinner. There was no swimming today, and Margunn was always so preoccupied with paperwork and things like that. His bow was in her office, inside the big metal cabinet where she kept the few valuables that they owned. Karsten had a camera, Philip a jackknife that he was only allowed to use in the presence of an adult. The cabinet was locked, but the key was in her desk drawer in a little plastic box along with other important keys. Everybody knew that.
He gazed with longing in the direction of the woods and caught sight of several big crows sailing overhead. He also saw a couple of gulls. Not more than a kilometre away was the rubbish dump, where they found plenty to eat, and grew as big and fat as albatrosses. He could also see Karsten. He was by the incinerator, bending over his bicycle, trying to attach a bottle holder to the frame. The clip must have been too big, so he was cutting up and wedging in pieces of rubber hose to make it fit. He kept wiping his forehead, and he had bicycle grease and dirt all over his face. Inga was standing next to him, watching. She was taller than everyone at Guttebakken, even taller than Richard, as thin as a Barbie doll and as beautiful as a madonna. Karsten was trying to concentrate, but it wasn't easy. And Inga was enjoying herself, that much was clear.
The advantage of living at Guttebakken, Kannick thought, is that it couldn't get any worse. At least not much worse. If he ran away, or broke a few rules, he would just be sent home again. To Guttebakken. Nobody could send him to some hellish place because he was still too young. Places like Ullersmo or Ila prison were still a long way off. They belonged to a future that did not really concern him now. But it was what the grown-ups were forever talking about. How are things going to be for you in the future, Kannick? Nothing like the here and now, was the answer. This ugly building with all its rules. Having to share a room with Philip and listen to him wheezing night after night. Having to wash dishes and hoover the TV room. And listen to Margunn nagging.
He made up his mind. He drew back from the window and opened his door. In the distance he could hear Margunn's voice and the sound of running water. That might mean she was washing clothes and that Simon was with her, chattering away as he always did. If so, she was down in the laundry room, which was on the first floor, next to the showers. Her office, where she had locked up his bow, was at the other end of the building. Kannick was fat, but that didn't mean he was sluggish. He slipped out and sneaked downstairs, taking the outside staircase, which was actually an emergency exit and was always left open, as required by law. They had already had two fires, because Jaffa was so enamoured of the firemen's uniforms. The steps creaked. With the utmost caution, Kannick distributed his considerable weight on the narrow boards of the stairs. He made his way to the door of her office, wondering if she might have locked that too. But it was one of Margunn's beliefs that the boys shouldn't find themselves standing in front of locked doors. Kannick slipped inside and stared at the cabinet, pulled out the drawers one by one and found the box of keys. He tried to work fast without making too much noise. He unfastened
