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Chapters (92)
  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. Chapter 78
  83. Chapter 79
  84. Chapter 80
  85. Chapter 81
  86. Chapter 82
  87. Chapter 83
  88. Chapter 84
  89. Chapter 85
  90. Chapter 86
  91. Epilogue
  92. About the Author

Karen looks around and spots a few barstools next to a counter with a view of the pumps. There are CCTV cameras in two corners of the room, and a TV playing on mute in a third. She glances up at a commercial for one of the countless online betting firms, pulls off her hat and scarf and is putting her handbag on the counter when the microwave dings. Just then, the advertisement ends and the news comes on.

‘Your pizza’s ready. Would you like salad with it?’

‘No thanks, but could you turn the TV up?’

‘Sorry, someone nicked the remote,’ the guy replies glumly.

The second she takes the plate from him, he puts on headphones. Then he sits down on a chair behind the counter and turns his attention to his phone.

Another glance at the TV shows Karen an unflattering picture of the police press officer, Johan Stolt, alongside a map of Noorö with the two crime scenes marked with red crosses. Then they show a video from several days ago, of the Groth’s driveway. Karen heaves a sigh of relief.

So far, Stolt has handled all press queries and, according to him, media interest has been unexpectedly low the past two days. That is because, as the TV now confirms, their attention has been on a plane crash off the coast of the Philippines that claimed the lives of 232 people, of which five were Doggerian citizens. Speculation about whether the pilot deliberately crashed into the sea, whether it might have been a terrorist attack, or whether it was simply a technical failure, fills front pages and news broadcasts. But Karen knows the tragedy only buys them a short reprieve. Once the media catch wind of Björn Groth’s arrest, interest in the investigation will be rekindled and this time, the journalists are unlikely to give up so easily.

Karen turns her attention to the cheese that has stretched into a two-foot string from the pizza to her front teeth. She severs it with two fingers, wipes her hand on her napkin and stares vacantly out the window while she chews. She remembers Björn Groth’s deflated form in the back seat of the police car half an hour before. His surprise when Karen read him his rights and explained what the next few days had in store for him had seemed genuine.