I thought about Ole Hoff and what Imo had tried to make me do. If we had gone through with it – if we’d killed Ole – Imo had said we would never talk about it again. Neither of us would have wanted to. We would have been intent on forgetting. If any alarm bells had rung in my head, I would have ignored them – as it would only have caused me problems. And with everything pointing in Imo’s direction, there was no reason to doubt his confession or any of the evidence that seemed to support it. So there was no reason to ask Tobias any more questions.

But I had never understood why Børre had to die in the first place. He knew nothing about Dad and Cecilie and the fact that Mari was their child.

My brother’s avatar died on the screen in front of us. He blinked. It looked like his eyelids were moving in slow motion. He inhaled deeply and looked at the ceiling for a few seconds. Leaned back in his chair.

‘I just wanted to talk to her,’ he said with a quiet voice. ‘After Imo had. I wanted to talk to her, because … I didn’t understand … she contacted me first, and she was all nice and friendly on the phone. Grateful when I gave her the stupid pictures of you and Dad and told her what stupid blood type he had.’ Tobias picked at a loose thread in his jeans. ‘And then she split up with you, and I thought … I thought that maybe … maybe…’

He ground to a halt for a moment.

‘I didn’t think she’d be like the other girls,’ he finally said. ‘I didn’t think she’d be like that Amalie bitch in Solstad.’

After the funeral, Ole had told me that, before Imo attacked him, he’d driven to Solstad. He’d spoken to Ruben’s father – the idiot who’d come to Fredheim to get Tobias in the middle of the night. I wasn’t aware of just how serious the incident with Amalie, the girl who was in love with me, had been, but according to Ruben’s father, Tobias had flown into a rage that day and put his hands around her neck. Thankfully someone had managed to stop him before it was too late. Amalie had been petrified.