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Chapters (88)
  1. Cover
  2. Title
  3. January 2014
  4. 1. Jeanette
  5. 2. Sandra
  6. 3. Jan
  7. 4. Jeanette
  8. 5. Sandra
  9. 6. Jeanette
  10. 7. Sandra
  11. 8. Jeanette
  12. May 2018
  13. 9. Sandra
  14. 10. Jeanette
  15. 11. Sandra
  16. 12. Jeanette
  17. 13. Sandra
  18. 14. Jeanette
  19. 15. Sandra
  20. January–February 2014
  21. 16. Jan
  22. 17. Sandra
  23. 18. Jan
  24. 19. Sandra
  25. 20. Jan
  26. 21. Sandra
  27. 22. Jan
  28. 23. Sandra
  29. May 2018
  30. 24. Sandra
  31. 25. Jeanette
  32. 26. Sandra
  33. 27. Jeanette
  34. 28. Sandra
  35. January–February 2014
  36. 29. Karl-Erik
  37. 30. Jeanette
  38. 31. Kerstin
  39. 32. Jeanette
  40. 33. Jan
  41. 34. Jeanette
  42. 35. Jan
  43. 36. Jeanette
  44. 37. Kerstin
  45. June 2018
  46. 38. Sandra
  47. 39. Jeanette
  48. 40. Sandra
  49. 41. Jeanette
  50. 42. Sandra
  51. 43. Jeanette
  52. 44. Sandra
  53. 45. Kerstin
  54. 46. Sandra
  55. 47. Kerstin
  56. 48. Sandra
  57. 49. Jan
  58. 50. Kerstin
  59. 51. Sandra
  60. July 2018
  61. 52. Kerstin
  62. 53. Sandra
  63. 54. Jan
  64. 55. Sandra
  65. 56. Kerstin
  66. 57. Sandra
  67. 58. Jan
  68. 59. Kerstin
  69. 60. Jeanette
  70. 61. Kerstin
  71. 62. Jan
  72. 63. Jeanette
  73. 64. Kerstin
  74. 65. Sandra
  75. 66. Kerstin
  76. 67. Sandra
  77. 68. Kerstin
  78. 69. Sandra
  79. 70. Kerstin
  80. 71. Jan
  81. 72. Sandra
  82. 73. Kerstin
  83. 74. Jan
  84. 75. Sandra
  85. 76. Jan
  86. 77. Sandra
  87. 78. Kerstin
  88. Acknowledgements

It was crazy really that she hadn’t already contacted the police to find out what they had to say, to find out what their view was on Hallin’s role in the disappearance, and to request police protection at the hospital. After all, the kidnapper had not been fully successful in his endeavours thus far. At the same time, it seemed somehow pointless—assigning the three-year-old and thereby herself such importance that uniformed police officers had to guard the room they were in, as if they were in some Hollywood movie.

Of course Hallin wouldn’t try anything here and now. It would draw too much attention and create too much commotion in relation to himself. He had to assume that Sandra would make sure that all spotlights were aimed at him in particular. So when all things were considered, Sandra had nothing to fear, but she was still sitting there throwing suspicious glances around and jumping at the slightest sound from outside the ward. It was just a feeling she had—it might be illogical but it was still very tangible. Somehow, she felt exposed, and the darkness and stillness around her did nothing to improve matters. Right now, the morning seemed a very distant prospect.

She browsed on her phone a bit to see whether she had missed anything. She had read somewhere that using your mobile was the last thing you should do if you wanted to try and sleep. The flickering light, or the sound, or whatever it was, triggered all the wrong receptors in the nervous system, and postponed sleep by several hours. Splendid, Sandra thought to herself. She rediscovered the message she had received earlier that evening from Kerstin. She decided to give it another look in the absence of anything else to do, and she sent the photo to her laptop via Bluetooth.

She imported the blurry photo to her image application, but realised before she had even got started that she lacked the resources and skills necessary to deal with it. Instead, she sent it over to one of the editors at the newspaper who she knew was working tonight and asked him get someone with the right expertise to do their very best to enhance the photo quality. Then she did what she could on her own: she enlarged it, auto corrected, modified the exposure and contrast and anything else she could think of without being able to make head or tail of what was in the photo. Other than it being a car in the rain, and possibly a person.