"Of course. This is a priority."
Sejer pulled off his shoe protectors. Later he sat in his office with Skarre. The contents of a plastic bag tipped on to his desk. Sejer spread them all out with his index fingers. Looked through the array of bits and pieces and spotted an earring that he recognised at once.
"You certainly did a thorough job. The victim was missing one of these."
"It's flattened," Skarre said. He got up and went abruptly to the sink where he had a violent coughing fit.
"Take your time," Sejer said.
Skarre turned around and looked at him. "I'm OK," he said. "Let's get to work."
Kalle Moe, the minicab driver, was not a man given to gossip. However, it was becoming too much for him. He sat in his white Mercedes, thinking, a deep furrow in his brow. Minutes later he went up the steps to Einar's Café. There were more people there than usual. Einar flipped two hamburgers over and put cheese on them. He nodded to Kalle.
"Coffee, please," Kalle said.
The steam from the cup warmed his face. Linda's shrill laughter could be heard over in the corner.
"How lovely to be young," Kalle said. "Not even death affects them. They're like fat, smooth farmed salmon."
Einar pushed a bowl of sugar cubes across the counter to him. His narrow face was as closed as ever.
"Nasty business," Kalle persevered, with a furtive glance at Einar.
"Why should we be spared?" Einar said, shrugging.
Kalle didn't follow. "What do you mean?"
"I mean what happened here. After all, it happens everywhere."
"Not from what I've heard. Apparently this is truly horrific."
"They always say that," Einar said.
Kalle sipped his coffee. "At first I was scared. I thought of the Tee and the Thuan families."
"It's none of them," Einar said.
"I know. But I straight away thought of them."
Once more Linda's laughter echoed through the room.
"Goldilocks," Einar said with a resigned look in her direction. "That's what the boys call her. And it's not a compliment."
"No, it isn't, is it?" Kalle said.
Silence again. "So they don't know who she is?"
Einar laid the hamburgers carefully on the bottom half of each bun and put the other half on top. He whistled out into the room and a young boy came running.
"Haven't heard anything," he said. "But there are journalists all over the place. They claim the hotline is buzzing."
"That's all to the good," Kalle said.
He was thinking about this business with Gunder. However, something held him back. Nevertheless if he didn't say it, Einar would hear it from someone else. And perhaps a worse version. Kalle was a truthful person, he didn't want to exaggerate, but he longed to get it off his chest. So that Einar would say, really, are you mad! Jomann went and got himself married? In India? He was just about to speak when the door opened and two men entered. Both had green bags slung over their shoulders.
"Newspapermen," Einar said. "Don't talk to them!"
Kalle wondered at Einar's reaction. It sounded like an order, but he didn't protest. The two men came over to the counter, greeted first Kalle then Einar and then took in the surroundings. Einar nodded reservedly and took their order of Coke and rissoles. He worked swiftly with his back to them. Kalle was still standing there with his coffee. He suddenly felt exposed, no longer protected by Einar.
"A terrible thing," one of them said, looking at him. Kalle nodded, but he said nothing. He remembered that he had his travel log in his pocket, so he took it out and set about studying the record of his regular jobs with a look of concentration.
"Such a tragedy probably seems like an earthquake in a small place like this. How many people live here?"
It was a simple question. The girls in the corner had fallen quiet; they watched the journalists with interest. Kalle had no choice but to reply.
"A couple of thousand," he said coolly, and stared into his notebook.
"But she wasn't from around here, am I right?"
The other one stuck his head forward. Einar turned around and slammed two plates on the counter. "When the police don't know who she is, you surely don't expect us to?" he said.
"There's always someone who knows something," the journalist said knowingly, offering Einar a sour smile. "And it's our job to find out."
"You'll have to do that somewhere else," Einar said. "People come here to eat and relax."
"Food looks good," the other one said and bowed. They raised their eyebrows at each other and made their way to a table by the window, keeping an eye on the two girls.
"Let's hope they don't get their claws into Linda," Einar said, lowering his voice. "She doesn't know what's good for her."
Kalle did not understand Einar's ill humour. But perhaps he was brighter than most and knew best how to handle these hyenas from the city. He reached out for the pot to refill his cup.
"Have you heard about Gunder's sister?" Einar gave him a quizzical look. "She's in hospital, in a coma. On a respirator," Kalle said.
Einar frowned. "Why? Have you spoken to him?"
"He called me. It was a car crash."
"Really?" Einar said tentatively. "Did he call to tell you that? You two aren't usually so close."
"No." Kalle hesitated. "It so happens that Gunder was expecting a visitor from abroad, but instead of going to the airport he had to be with his sister in the hospital. That's why he called me. He asked if I would drive to Gardermoen and get this… visitor."
"I see," Einar said. Something was at work beneath the red hair. Kalle wasn't sure what.
The journalists were watching them. Kalle spoke as quietly as he could. "You know Gunder went to India?" he said.
Einar nodded. "His sister said so. She was here buying cigarettes."
"But do you know what he did down there?"
"On holiday, I suppose?"
"Yes and no. But the thing is that he went and got married down there. To an Indian woman."
Einar looked up then. His eyes were wide with genuine surprise.
"Jomann? To an Indian woman?"
"Yes. That's why he called me. Because his wife was arriving on this plane. So he sent me to pick her up. Because he had to stay with his sister."
Einar was shocked. Kalle couldn't stop talking now.
"He explained everything, which flight and so on. Her name and what she looked like. He was very upset that he couldn't go himself. So I drove there." Kalle swallowed and looked at Einar. "But I couldn't find her."
"You couldn't find her?" Einar said, bewildered.
"I looked everywhere, but I couldn't find her."
Einar was now openly staring at him. An impulse made Kalle turn. The journalists were still watching them. He lowered his voice still further.
"So I called Gunder at the hospital and explained what had happened. We agreed that she'd probably taken another taxi and gone to his house. That she would be waiting there. After all, she had his address. But she wasn't there either."
A long pause followed. Einar could tell where Kalle was going with this. He looked haunted.
"Then I heard the news – about the dead woman at Hvitemoen. I got really scared. There aren't many foreign women around here. So I called him."
"What did he say?"
"He sounded strange. Didn't really answer my questions, said something about her probably being on her way. I've begun to think that it's her. That someone killed her on her way to Gunder's. Hvitemoen – that's not very far from Gunder's house. Just one kilometre."
"Just one kilometre," Einar said. "So, do you know her name?"
Kalle nodded earnestly.
"You have to call the police," Einar said firmly.
"I don't think I can," Kalle said. "Gunder needs to call himself. But I don't think he dares. He's pretending that nothing's happened."
"You have to talk to him," Einar said.
"He's at the hospital," Kalle said.
"But what about his brother-in-law?"
"He's in Hamburg," Kalle said. He suddenly felt exhausted.
"This hotline," said Einar. "You can call anonymously."