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Chapters (83)
  1. Cover
  2. Maps
  3. Epigraph
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Chapter 37
  42. Chapter 38
  43. Chapter 39
  44. Chapter 40
  45. Chapter 41
  46. Chapter 42
  47. Chapter 43
  48. Chapter 44
  49. Chapter 45
  50. Chapter 46
  51. Chapter 47
  52. Chapter 48
  53. Chapter 49
  54. Chapter 50
  55. Chapter 51
  56. Chapter 52
  57. Chapter 53
  58. Chapter 54
  59. Chapter 55
  60. Chapter 56
  61. Chapter 57
  62. Chapter 58
  63. Chapter 59
  64. Chapter 60
  65. Chapter 61
  66. Chapter 62
  67. Chapter 63
  68. Chapter 64
  69. Chapter 65
  70. Chapter 66
  71. Chapter 67
  72. Chapter 68
  73. Chapter 69
  74. Chapter 70
  75. Chapter 71
  76. Chapter 72
  77. Chapter 73
  78. Chapter 74
  79. Chapter 75
  80. Chapter 76
  81. Chapter 77
  82. Epilogue
  83. 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

17

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?’