Iben is telling the others about her discovery. ‘I phoned Ljiljana Peric. That’s the woman who went to the same secondary school as Zigic. Remember I interviewed her for my article about him? Through her I got the name of a Belgrade journalist who knows Dragan but is now too scared to write a word about either him or Zigic. The journalist says that, without any doubt, Dragan is involved in drug trafficking, prostitution, and kidnapping. That can mean only one thing: the mafia.’
Iben raises her voice to make sure that Camilla won’t miss a word. ‘I have written about Dragan’s senior officer during the war. And Dragan was her boyfriend. It’s not necessarily Zigic who killed Rasmus; it could just as well have been Dragan. He could have sent the emails. And broken into the office before we got the CCTV installed.’
Even if Camilla hadn’t already been hypersensitive about bullying, working at DCGI would have been enough. The way they used to treat Anne-Lise was totally uncalled for. Hundreds of times Camilla had wanted to help, but when she tried to be pleasant towards Anne-Lise, Iben and Malene would start harassing her. And, after all, she had to share an office with them, had to be a good team player to make the office run smoothly.
Once she had spoken up and said that they should treat their new colleague with a little more consideration. Malene had replied, ‘But Camilla, don’t you realise it’s different for Iben and me? We’re old friends. Anne-Lise is just someone who works in the same place as us.’
It was as if they had no idea of the harm their behaviour caused, or the effect it might have in the long run. Camilla knew. She had seen enough. Almost every day Anne-Lise retreated to the back of the library, behind the East European collection.
Anne-Lise hadn’t been with them long before Camilla began to feel she could no longer look her in the eye. She decided to mention it to Paul. She remembers well how it went.
‘Paul, I’m not sure that Anne-Lise is settling in. Could you talk to her? Maybe there’s something we could do, something to help her?’
‘Why do you think she isn’t happy?’
‘During the coffee break I thought that she might’ve been crying, because her eyes seemed bloodshot and she was flushed.’
‘Come on, Camilla! Haven’t you noticed that she looks like that all the time? It’s probably something to do with her skin, I suppose.’
He was on his way out. Camilla returned to her work and tried to be light-hearted while Iben and Malene poked fun at everything. But now Iben and Anne-Lise are chatting away in the library, while Malene is struggling to find a way to cope on her own.
At lunch time Iben is still going on to Anne-Lise about Dragan. Camilla doesn’t feel like saying anything. She still doesn’t feel very well and eats her celery sticks in tiny bites.
No one around the lunch table is her old self. Anne-Lise is the only one who looks pleased. Malene is trying to open a pack of rye toasts, but fumbles and the whole thing slips from her hands. It falls to the floor and several slices break. No one bothers to make a little joke to make her feel better. No one calls her clumsy either. They simply stay silent.
It wasn’t until Camilla was an adult that she learned the main secret of survival. It’s simple. When someone is angry, you stand aside to allow the person’s anger to pass and hit the next one in line. She only wishes she had realised this many, many years earlier. This past year, the ‘next in line’ had been Anne-Lise. Now it seems to be Malene.
Malene picks up the most damaged slice of toast. She tries to show concern at the new information Iben has discovered about Dragan. Instead, she just looks lost.
Camilla can’t deny that, one way or another, she’s pleased to see Malene cut down to size. For one thing, she can’t stand the way Malene dresses, with her low-slung hipsters and sexy short tops — all completely unsuitable for the office.
Malene is chewing a sandwich. Camilla can see some cheese and bread sticking in between Malene’s teeth when she opens her mouth to speak.
‘You know, I can’t help wondering what else you’ve been lying to us about.’
She’s so transparent! Malene is hoping for approval from Iben and Anne-Lise.
Nobody responds.
‘Right. We’d better be good.’
She’s still trying hard to sound like her old self, but even that stock comment strikes a false note. Usually they always get up and return to their desks, but not this time. Iben and Anne-Lise are not done eating. Only after several minutes does Anne-Lise pull her chair back. Iben follows her at once. And Camilla does too.
After lunch Camilla starts comparing a selection of Scandinavian hotels. DCGI is planning to host a small inter-Nordic seminar. Paul has asked her to make a list of the relative advantages and drawbacks of each as well as their prices so that he can make an informed decision. When he finally turns up, that is. She struggles with numbers and foreign-exchange rates. Meanwhile the Centre’s users keep phoning.
In the midst of everything, Malene is pestering her. Obviously, when Malene failed to win the others over by picking on her, she realised her only chance was for the two of them to join forces. So now, Camilla hasn’t had a peaceful moment all afternoon because Malene keeps coming over to have a chat about this or that — TV shows, or gossip about the board, or the users.
Camilla replies as briefly as she can to Malene’s chatter and keeps staring at the hotel details on her screen. At least it’s satisfying to have a handle on their tricks and know how to protect herself.
When Camilla goes off to fetch a new box of labels from the storeroom, Malene soon turns up.
‘Camilla, I want you to know something. It’s quite important if you’re to understand how Iben reacts to things.’
By now Camilla is determined to ignore everything Malene says. She pretends to look for something inside one of the shelving units, but Malene continues: ‘Iben had to be treated by psychiatrists when she was nineteen years old. She isn’t anywhere near as stable as she makes out. Back then she was much angrier and much more anxious than she is now. She actually wandered about in the streets with a knife strapped to her leg. Until they started treating her, that is.’
Camilla turns to look at Malene.
‘You know, it could be Iben who has identity problems,’ she continues. ‘A split personality, if you like. What if she’s the one who sent the emails? Maybe she can’t face who she really is and that’s driving her against the two of us?’
What Malene is also implying is that Iben could have been the one who poured oil over the steps in Malene’s staircase and removed the railing in front of the large window. She just doesn’t say so.
Camilla can’t get away from the fact that there might be something in what Malene is telling her. It’s true that once or twice Camilla has noticed a strange bulge on the inside of Iben’s leg. Could it be that Iben has a knife tied to her leg all the time? Is she on the brink of becoming paranoid? And dangerously aggressive as well? Perhaps she has been ill for a long time.
After Malene’s revelations, Camilla finds a bit of research to do in the library. Passing behind Iben, she wants to see if there is still a bulge somewhere on Iben’s legs and get a glimpse of what Iben has been frantically writing about all this week, between her calls to Yugoslavia and giving Camilla a hard time.
Camilla discovers it’s impossible to spot any telltale lumps under Iben’s clothing, and every time Camilla walks by, Iben closes the document window. For the last couple of days Iben has been printing out something almost every hour, which is what she typically does when she is writing one of her long articles for Genocide News. But as far as Camilla knows, Iben isn’t scheduled to send in another article any time soon.