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
The doctor stands up to signal that they’re done.
‘Try not to worry, OK?’ she says. ‘I’ll be in touch if anything’s wrong. If you haven’t heard from me by the end of next week, you can relax. Focus on getting back into an exercise routine instead.’
Chapter 17
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She makes it back to the office just in time to hear a scraping of chairs that signals that the end-of-the-day meeting is over. Karen steps aside to let her colleagues out.
Karl is standing over his laptop, disconnecting it from the screen. He looks concerned, she notes, and just then he looks up and notices her.
‘What are you doing here? I thought you had the day off.’
‘I don’t know about off. I went for my JRFT.’
‘That’s right. So, how did you do?’
She sits down heavily on a chair that hasn’t been pushed in. Probably Brodal’s, she grumbles inwardly. Or Johannisen’s.
‘The firearms test went well. And my blood pressure’s decent. And my heart’s ticking along, too.’
Karl chuckles.
‘But you failed the fitness test.’
‘You can say that again. I have to go back in six weeks and if there’s no improvement, they’ll report me to Smeed. So now I have to get back into gear.’
‘But you’ve never been unfit before, have you? You’ll be fine, Karen.’
She says nothing about the fact that she has tried. That she actually has tried – and failed. That it feels like all her strength is seeping out of her. That she’s getting old. Or worse.
‘Any news today?’ she asks instead. ‘Anything you can bring me up to speed on right now?’
‘Not much, I’m afraid. More tip-offs about blokes with mopeds, one of which might be of interest. One of the guys knocking on doors, Torkelssen, reported that he spoke to one of Anita Kollbar’s neighbours, an older woman who lives down the street from her, not two hours ago.’
‘How old?’
‘Close to ninety, unfortunately. But, apparently, she seemed perfectly with it. Either way, she claims to have seen a man driving around the area a few days before the attack.’
‘Why has no one talked to her before now? Haven’t we been making the rounds since Monday?’
‘We’ve tried, but there’s been no one home – the old lady was in the hospital for a couple of days with severe dehydration. Her daughter found her semi-conscious and drove her to the hospital where they brought her fluid levels back up. She got home yesterday.’
‘What else did she have to say?’