‘I don’t know,’ Jacob says. ‘Blocked number.’

‘There’s only one way to find out,’ Klara says.

‘But we need a computer, and a card reader,’ George says.

‘We can buy one when the stores open.’

‘How?’ Klara says. ‘We can’t exactly use our own cards… that won’t work.’

‘Maybe we can use this?’ Jacob holds up the credit card Yassim gave him.

They go back and forth about it for a while, but in the end they decide to use the credit card; no one has any cash and their own cards are most certainly being tracked.

Before leaving the station, they use the card to buy tickets to Stockholm from a ticketing machine. Klara will take the first train, just after eleven. George and Jacob will travel together an hour later.

*

They find a small cafe on a side street where the staff seem busy enough with early customers not to care who their guests are. Famished, they order grilled cheese and salami sandwiches and large coffees.

‘I can honestly say this is the best thing I’ve ever eaten,’ Jacob says.

He’s regained some colour in his face. They shared hamburgers in the truck early yesterday evening, but Klara wonders how much he ate in the days before that.

‘Enjoy it,’ George says. ‘Who knows what they’ll feed you at Gitmo?’

Klara puts her hand on Jacob’s. ‘Ignore him. We’re going to take care of all this. George and I have been through worse.’

Suddenly time is running short, and George stands up. ‘Stay there,’ he says. ‘I’m gonna go buy a computer.’

*

‘That was fun,’ George says with a smile when he returns to the cafe a half hour later. ‘No matter the circumstances, I like buying stuff.’

He puts a white Mac box on the table in front of them and what looks like an adapter; Jacob assumes it must be the card reader. He pulls a grey hoodie out of an H&M bag and throws a dark-blue hat to Klara. She pulls it over her head.

‘Not the world’s most advanced disguise,’ she says. ‘But better than nothing.’

‘That credit card is awesome,’ George says, looking at Jacob. ‘I’m keeping it. Feels good to go home with a brand-new computer and have no clue who’s paying for it.’

He’s got the computer going now, and he clicks through the installation.

‘Don’t get on the Internet,’ Klara says. ‘Don’t set up any networks.’

George nods without looking up. ‘I’m not a complete idiot. I’ve learned a thing or two from all this bullshit.’

He stretches out to the card reader and plugs it into the USB port.

‘Give me the card, Jacob,’ he says.

‘Klara has it,’ Jacob says and nods to her.

*