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
‘Sorry. Took a micro nap.’
‘DTV. Jon Bergman or whatever his name is and a cameraman. They’re waiting for you down in Stolt’s office.’
‘For me? Why?’
She asks even though she already knows the answer. Groans loudly when her boss flashes her a condoling smile and says the words she doesn’t want to hear.
‘We made a deal with them. An interview with you was one of their demands. And we have every reason to uphold our end of the bargain. Without it, media from all over the world would already be swarming.’
‘Can’t you do it? At least you’ve had time to put on a clean shirt.’
‘I assume that’s exactly why they don’t want to talk to me. “No press secretary and no fucking desk jockey”, were their exact words. And since you’re in the footage from the operation, I’d say they’re unlikely to accept anyone else now.’
‘But what am I supposed to say?’
‘You’ll have to go over the talking points with Stolt, of course. He’s fully briefed on all the details.’
‘And when they ask about the perpetrator? Am I supposed to give them Billy Formby, too? I won’t do it.’
‘Not his name, obviously. For now, the only ones who know about him are us and Dineke Vegen. And she hasn’t issued a warrant for his arrest yet since we hardly have to worry about him absconding.’
Smart move, Vegen, Karen thinks to herself. But if and when Billy Formby wakes up, they won’t be able to hold off on that warrant and once it’s issued it’s only a matter of time before his name is leaked, too.
‘You searched his flat, though,’ Karl says with a nod to Evald Johannisen. ‘One of the guys who helped with that could leak it at any moment.’
‘Well, Charlie-boy, maybe if it had been you in charge,’ Johannisen says. ‘But luckily for us, it was me. I made sure to lay down some, well – let’s call them smokescreens – and the boys had no idea what we were really looking for or why. Besides, they were hardly the sharpest knives in the drawer.’
‘All right, let’s cross our fingers, then,’ Smeed says in a tone that signals very clearly that he has neither the inclination nor the energy to hear about smokescreens intended to mislead colleagues in uniform. Or the media.
Then he turns back to Karen.
‘It’ll be fine. But like I said, go over the details with Stolt before you head down there.’
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Her quick sit-down with the press secretary before the interview unfortunately turns out to include Head of Police Viggo Haugen as well, and he makes no secret of his reservations about having Karen Eiken Hornby speak to the media.