Chapters (83)
- Cover
- Maps
- Epigraph
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- Chapter 69
- Chapter 70
- Chapter 71
- Chapter 72
- Chapter 73
- Chapter 74
- Chapter 75
- Chapter 76
- Chapter 77
- Epilogue
- About the Author
And while Karen continues to try to coax more details out of an increasingly reticent Idun, she can hear Karl talking to someone on his phone, repeating what Idun Formby has just told them:
‘Church of the Covenant youth camp, Frisel.’
Then she hears the sound of a door opening on the other end of her line and a man’s voice in the background.
‘I have to go,’ Idun Formby says quickly.
And ends the call.
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‘Smeed has everything you managed to drag out of her,’ Karl says. ‘The minute they home in on a location, they’ll send all available units.’
‘You’re from Frisel. You don’t know the place she’s talking about?’
‘No idea. Don’t think there was a youth camp on the north side, I reckon I would have heard about it if there were. On the other hand, we moved away when I was eleven. Either way, it’s going to take us a good long while to get there, particularly if it’s on the south side.’
‘The helicopter from Ravenby can get there pretty quickly, so long as it knows exactly where it’s going,’ Karen says. ‘If he hasn’t killed her already or hurt her too badly, we should be able to make it in time.’
‘Assuming Idun Formby remembers correctly.’
Karen gives him a look of surprise. Karl’s not usually this pessimistic.
‘I think she does. I suspected she knew from the way she was looking at the pictures, but I didn’t think she would have the courage to speak up. Would you like me to drive for a bit?’
‘You’re not too tired? You’re starting to look a bit haggard.’
‘Kind of you to say. I have a feeling you’re getting tired, too. But fine, you drive, I’ll google. I assume we’re heading straight down to Frisel without stopping by the station? We might as well take the ferry over as soon as possible and wait there for an exact location.’
‘The fucking ferry,’ Karl groans. ‘Whatever happened to the plans of building a bridge? Weren’t they supposed to start construction twenty years ago?’
‘Then I’m sure it’ll be completed in another twenty. Just drive. And step on it.’
‘You have to call Jon Bergman,’ he says and turns out from the rest stop after a quick glance at the empty road behind them.
She looks at him incredulously.
‘Are you serious?’
‘Smeed certainly seems to be. It was the last thing he said to me. “Remind Eiken to call DTV”.’
With an annoyed headshake, Karen dials Johan Stolt’s number.
‘It’s Eiken. Are you serious?’ she says as soon as the press secretary picks up. ‘You promised DTV they can be in on this?’
‘I’m afraid so.’
‘And who made that decision?’
‘Head of Police Viggo Haugen,’ Johan Stolt replies, emphasising the title. ‘And I’m in complete agreement,’ he hurriedly adds.