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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

Seventh month? Eighth?

Not now.

‘Are you Karen?’ Renate Hall asks and extends her hand. ‘You don’t have to sign in,’ she adds quickly without waiting for a reply and gives the receptionist a brief nod.

She doesn’t want anyone to know the police were here, Karen realises. And as soon as they’ve stepped into an adjacent room and shut the door behind them, Renate Hall says, as though she were a mind reader, ‘With Anita away, I should really have cleared this with someone higher up before letting you in.’

‘We’re investigating a series of very serious crimes. I don’t mind going through the proper channels if—’

‘I know. But that would take time. Especially today – all the managers are attending a big conference. Anita asked me to see to this personally. And if there’s any way I can help you catch that swine—’

She breaks off with a look that expresses both rage and disgust.

‘I appreciate it,’ Karen says. ‘And I’ll be as quick and discreet as I can.’

‘It’s good timing. The building is more or less empty, since everyone is at that conference.’

‘Everyone except the receptionist and customer service?’

Renate laughs.

‘Of course. They’re going to talk about values and client-oriented approaches, so it wouldn’t make sense to let me come.’

The bitterness of the words belies her tone. Probably the result of many years of learning to always sound professional, regardless of the message, Karen thinks and sits down in the chair she is pointed to, in front of a desk with a desktop computer and a large screen.

Renate Hall pulls up another chair and sits down next to her. Reaches for the mouse, closes the email program and a few documents.

Then she clicks an icon in the bottom right corner and New Builds’ logo and the words ‘Customer service and casework’ flash on the screen before it fills with headers, rows, columns and arrows with scroll-down menus.

‘It’s a pretty basic system but let me just explain a few things before you get started.’

*

‘Basic, but bloody efficient,’ Karen concludes thirty minutes later. The list of every property managed by New Builds Ltd can be sorted according to address, flat number, property number, square footage, and at least ten other parameters, and the tenants can be listed according to name, gender, age, contact number, or length of contract. And case number.

‘Strictly financial cases and rent transactions are handled in a different system,’ Renate Hall had explained. ‘But everything else should be in here.’

After asking Karen a few questions, she had excluded all properties in Ravenby, Grunder, and Gaarda. leaving only the 1,449 flats in Moerbeck and their residents.

‘I need to be available to take calls now, but I’m just in the next room, so knock if you have any questions,’ she’d said and shuffled out with one hand pressed against her lower back.