‘Honey, we need to talk.’ I turn around so I can see his face. He smiles gently at me, his fingers still buried deep in my hair. ‘Something very strange happened earlier this evening. When you messaged me, I had just walked through the door at home – my last two meetings and the dinner got canceled, so I caught the four o’clock flight back to Oslo. I figured I could always fly back to Bergen on Tuesday morning and I was going to surprise you. I knew you have had a lot on your plate recently and I knew you were feeling stressed about the situation with Leah Iverson, after everything you told me on Friday night. I was really worried for you. I was standing in the hallway, quite shocked to read that you’d set off to find Leah, and that she’d written about you, when the doorbell rang. It was a man, asking for you, and when I said you were out, he grew really agitated and so I went down to street level to speak to him. He seemed completely out of it. A young, kind of squat guy with these light-blue eyes. Quite a scary-looking guy. He said his name was Anton. I’m assuming that’s the ex-husband?’

I nod. ‘Yes,’ I whisper.

‘Okay. Seemed totally nuts.’

‘What did he say?’

‘He said… He said he was going to fuck you up since you’d called the police on him.’

‘Uh. I don’t. I don’t understand…’ I am trying to get my mind to compute that Anton came to my house.

‘Then he literally ran off. Krissy, I was terrified for you. I called and called and called and you didn’t pick up. I called the police, but without any other information there wasn’t much they could do. I didn’t know if he might have guessed you’d have come here to look for Leah, so I decided I had to find you before he did. Now, where is this woman? Leah.’

‘She’s dead.’

‘What? How do you know?’

‘I found her, outside. He’s killed her.’

‘Oh my God. How do you know?’

‘I— she’s shot. When I came here, I thought she’d committed suicide. She left a note…’

We stare at each other for a long moment.

‘Wait. What? She left a suicide note?’

‘Yes.’

‘So she shot herself?’

‘No. I don’t think it would be possible. It was a big hunting rifle; she wouldn’t have been able to turn a weapon like that on herself. Besides, she wrote that she was going to drown herself in the lake.’

‘Wait, are you sure?’

‘Yes. It’s so tragic and shocking. She lost her baby. I think the shock of it massively destabilized her, and…’ I have to pause for a moment, my voice is raspy and weak.

‘Where is the note? Can I see it?’