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
‘They gave me the title as a reward for long and faithful service when they demoted me. Technically, I have two people under me, but one of those posts has been vacant for the past six months. And I don’t think they’re planning to fill it any time soon.’
‘And what do you actually do?’
‘“Information and service in line with New Builds’ values with the goal of strengthening our client-oriented brand”,’ Anita Kollbar recites robotically. ‘At least, that’s what my job description says.’
Karen waits.
‘In reality, I mostly handle complaints. Going both ways; warnings and notices issued by New Builds to residents and complaints from residents about New Builds or other tenants. Unfortunately, we have quite a lot of less-than-exemplary residents. Vandalism, delinquent rent, fighting dogs, loud music . . .’
Anita Kollbar trails off. Then she shrugs and continues.
‘We’re talking about Moerbeck and Gaarda, so I’m sure you can imagine the kind of things I’m talking about.’
Karen grunts agreement.
‘The thing is that, as you might be aware, the first two victims lived in Moerbeck,’ she says.
Anita Kollbar grabs the armrests of her chair and gingerly shifts in her seat. Winces and waits for the pain to subside. Then she meets Karen’s eyes.
‘You think he’s one of our tenants,’ she says.
Karen shakes her head.
‘It’s far too soon to tell. This is just one of a thousand details we’re looking into. Simply put, we have to consider all possibilities, leave no stone unturned, big or small.’
Leave no stone unturned. I’m starting to sound like Smeed.
‘What would you like to know?’
‘Is there any particular case that stands out to you? A tenant you’ve had a conflict with, perhaps? Threats?’
‘I’m afraid most of the people I deal with are pretty irate. There’s a lot of frustration. But I rarely meet anyone in person. It’s mostly angry phone calls and emails.’
‘So there’s no physical location your tenants can go to?’
‘No, thankfully the Reinholtz Group closed that down when they purchased the buildings from the province. It’s very rare for me to have face-to-face contact with a resident. And when there’s an eviction, I’m obviously not personally involved in the actual removal. That being said, since I’m ultimately responsible for administering the process up to that point, I’m sure my name isn’t very popular.’
‘But there’s no one in particular who comes to mind? No one has explicitly threatened you? No one has come up to you at home or at work?’
Anita Kollbar stares at her porridge while she searches her recollection. Then she slowly shakes her head.