and had children like everyone else. No, a little voice told him, not this man. He is different. His feelings took him by surprise; he stared down at the table. Grabbed his knife and fork, he could not think of anything to say.
Lind sat down. His manners were exquisite, as though he had been a winner his entire life, someone who could cope with anything life threw at him.
'So this Katrine Kjelland,' he said, 'whom it appears you knew, if I've understood it correctly, for a whole year. Do you blame her?'
Alvar looked up. He shook his head fiercely.
'Oh, no,' he said sincerely, 'I don't blame her for a second. She was a lost soul. She was trapped in the mire and she couldn't get out. That's how I look at it.'
Lind kept watching him. Alvar felt that his bare head shone like a bowling ball. Lind frowned.
'But she put you in a very difficult situation, surely we can agree on that?'
While he waited for Alvar to reply, he cut off the corner of his open prawn sandwich and put it in his mouth. His teeth were white and flawless.
'Well,' Alvar pondered, 'I suppose it takes two. I was naive. I always have been.' He stuck his knife into the rissole, it was very tender.
'That's not a crime,' Lind said with emphasis. He washed down the prawn with a mouthful of coffee. 'And your intentions were probably good.'
'Good intentions?' Alvar looked at him across the table. Every time he looked into those green eyes, he felt perplexed. Because everything about this man seemed so familiar. He sensed a kind of trust, as if they were on the same side. And so they were, but there was something more than that, something that made him blush.
'You bought drugs for her,' Lind said, 'because you couldn't bear to see her suffer. That's a good intention, don't you think?'
Alvar nodded. He drank his coffee and wiped his mouth with a napkin.
'I've always kept people at a distance,' he admitted. 'I can't bear it if they suffer. I can't bear the responsibility. I'm a coward deep down. The mess I'm in now stems from my own cowardice. It's my only explanation, my only excuse.'
Lind studied him closely. His green eyes grew sharp.
'Why don't you blame her at all?' he asked directly. 'She forced her way into your life, she exploited all your weaknesses. She manipulated you, emptied your bank account, slept in your bed, drank your coffee, died on your sofa?'
Alvar dropped his knife and fork.
'But she had no proper control over herself,' he said, trying to make excuses for her. 'Everything she did was controlled by heroin. Addicts are not themselves, you know that.'
Lind listened, resting his chin on his hand.
'True,' he conceded. 'In a way you were victims of each other. You both did something right, you both did something wrong. I want the blame shared, Eide, what do you say to that?'
Alvar hesitated. 'Sharing the blame? Only one of us is alive, surely that says it all?' Suddenly he felt utterly despondent. Lind chatted on undisturbed.
'Her family doesn't hold you responsible; they could see where she was heading. They don't blame you,' he said softly.
'I don't understand,' Alvar said. 'How can they be so magnanimous given what's happened?'
Lind looked at him sternly. 'It was her lifestyle that killed her,' he stated. 'Not you, Alvar Eide. Don't you see?'
'I contributed,' he argued weakly. 'I went to Bragernes Square and I was careless. I should have checked what it was I bought for her. Suspected that it might be harmful. I was just trying to ease my own discomfort, I'm actually very selfish.'
'But she took the pills herself,' Lind said. 'She grabbed them and washed them down with water.'
'While I was watching her,' Alvar said. 'Passively. Terrified. And what happened afterwards is unforgivable.'
'Tell me about it,' Lind asked him.
Alvar looked down. 'I felt deeply ashamed. It's a well-known feeling for me, I grew up with it. It's in my veins, let me put it that way. It was like being dragged along by the current. The feeling that I could never hold my head up high again.'
Lind pushed his plate aside and kept listening to him.
'How people would gossip, the story splashed all over the front pages. Suggestions that I might have been taking advantage of her, but I didn't!'
'I know,' Lind said calmly.
'But worst of all was the fear. As I sat in the car driving through town with her dead body on the back seat, I suddenly had the feeling that I didn't know myself at all. That I had a cunning and devious side to me that I had never known about until then.'
'You're not cunning and devious,' Lind said softly.
Alvar folded his hands in his lap. 'I probably won't manage very well in prison,' he said feebly.
'If you're convicted, I'll make sure it's a suspended sentence. We will claim mitigating circumstances.'
'No,' Alvar shook his head in despair. 'You won't be able to get me off this one. I'm touched that you have faith in me, but I'm a grown man of forty-two and she was a sixteen-year-old girl. The jury will expect a certain degree of maturity, which I clearly don't possess. And that's humiliating, it's unbearable.'
Lind leaned forward. His voice was low and sincere.
'But you had your reasons for acting the way you did,' he said. 'We need to tell the jury what they were. We will show them in such a way that the whole sequence of events seems inevitable and logical. You took her in for a whole year. She considered you to be her friend, her family will testify to that. The way I look at it, your chances are good, but you have to believe that, too. I'll be with you all the way.'
His last sentence echoed in Alvar's head.
'There's a story behind this tragedy,' Lind said. 'Twelve long months when she was a part of your life. You need to tell this story, Eide, right down to the last detail. What you thought, what you felt, how you were. How she got this hold over you, which she clearly had. She did have a hold on you, didn't she?'
'I can't stand up in court and speak ill of her,' Alvar said quickly. 'I've no right to do that and you can't make me.'
'You don't need to speak ill of her, but you need to tell it like it was. That she was stronger than you. I presume that she was?'
'She wasn't scared of anything,' he said in a tired voice. 'Not until that Friday when she turned up in withdrawal. I think of her as a brave soldier, she went to war every single day. While I, big coward that I am, sat safe and sound in my own comfortable castle.'
'You're very hard on yourself,' Lind said. 'Why is that?'
Alvar relaxed his shoulders. 'I should have seen where it was going. I should have turned her away, then she would still be alive.'
'No,' Lind said calmly. 'She was already on her way down and she took you with her.'
Then he folded his arms and rested them on the table. 'Tell me this,' he asked. 'Will you miss her?'
A wounded smile escaped from Alvar's lips. 'Yes,' he said, 'I will miss her. No one else comes to my flat.'
This revelation made him blush a second time.
'If you've had enough to eat,' Lind said, 'I suggest we start work. Is there anything else you want to tell me, anything that's important?'
'My cat,' Alvar said suddenly. 'My cat's probably sitting on my doorstep waiting to be let in. I'm sure he's hungry.'
'You have a cat?' Lind smiled. His white teeth sparkled. 'I'll look after your cat. Give me your keys, I'll stop by your house when we've finished.'
Alvar rummaged through his pocket for the key. He got up and pushed his chair. Lind gestured in the direction of the lift.
'Together we'll build a defence,' he said. 'You need to do your part. Do you understand?'
Alvar stared at the floor.
