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'She had been to see a friend and was allowed to borrow it. We've told her not to go anywhere without letting us know. That's why we were angry with her. Her friend is called Karianne. She lives a few minutes from here.'

'The bicycle belongs to the missing girl Ida Joner,'

Sejer said. 'We've checked the registration number. The woman who followed Hanne was Ida Joner's mother. She recognised it.'

Mrs Heide put her hand over her mouth. 'Oh my G.o.d, oh my G.o.d!' she said loudly. 'Where did you find it? You said it was Karianne's. Are you lying to us?'

Hanne started crying. Sejer patted her arm.

'Don't get upset. Perhaps you really wanted a bicycle yourself ?'

'Yes,' she sniffled.

'Listen to me.' Sejer tried to get her to focus on him; it was not easy. 'You're very valuable to me. It's my job to find out what's happened to Ida Joner. Perhaps you can help me. Tell me how you got hold of the bicycle.'

She began to tremble. 'No!' she shouted.

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'You don't want to?'

She hid her face behind a ma.s.s of red hair. Her mother was humiliated and at the end of her tether. 'You have to tell him, Hanne, and you know it!'

Her father stood there not knowing what to do. Conflicting thoughts rushed through his head. 'But how can it be the same bicycle?' he asked in disbelief. 'Are you quite sure?'

Sejer nodded. He looked at the girl's anxious little form. There could be so much resistance in such a tiny body, he thought. Of course we'll make you talk, Hanne. All we need is time. A few minutes at the most.

She had still not moved.

Her mother could not hide her anxiety. 'Hanne! I get scared when you're like this. Did you steal that bicycle? Answer me!'

Hanne was shutting them all out.

'I promise you I won't consider this theft.' Sejer smiled. 'Just tell me where you found it and that will be the end of it.'

'It was just lying there. In the ditch,' she said.

'Behind the substation.'

'Where?'

'At the end of Ekornlia.'

'And you found it yesterday?'

'Yes. At first I thought it might be an old bicycle that someone had dumped. But it was brand new. I was just going to ride it for a while and then put it back. But I changed my mind. So I rode it to the 130 shop today. Then this lady started shouting at me. And I didn't under stand why she was getting so worked up about the bicycle.' She sniffed again, this time from relief because everything was finally out in the open.

Sejer nodded. 'Yes,' he said, 'we're all getting worked up because of that bicycle. And now you know why. Do you know Ida Joner?'

'I know who she is,' she said. 'But I'm in Year Seven. We don't hang out with the Year Fives.'

'I understand,' Sejer said.

'You can't go helping yourself to a bicycle just like that,' her father said, trying to regain some sort of control. He hated being put in this position.

'Surely you must have realised that it belonged to some one? You said you'd borrowed it. I don't like it when you lie to us!'

Hanne flinched a little. 'But it was just lying there, in the ditch,' she whispered.

Sejer patted her shoulder. 'Well, I for one am very pleased that you found it,' he said. 'We've been looking for it everywhere.'

He left them and drove around the neigh bourhood until he found Ekornlia. He soon spotted the substation. It was situated at the very edge of the housing development. Behind the substation the fields began. It was far too dark to start searching now. Nevertheless, he still got out of the car and walked around the damp gra.s.s. What a strange place to leave it, he thought. On the one hand it was hidden behind the grey block of the substation; on 131 the other hand it was so near to the houses that it was bound to be found quickly. There was some thing careless about it all. An absence of planning. A deed done in haste.

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CHAPTER 11.

'You've been talking to Tomme Rix,' Sejer said.

'What do you make of him?'

Skarre visualised Tomme.

'Your average eighteen-year-old,' he said 'A bit unsure of himself. A bit defensive, perhaps. And very upset by what's happened.'

'Nothing about him that makes you suspicious?'

'Yes,' Skarre conceded. 'He seems a little confused.'

'What exactly is he confused about?' Sejer asked patiently.

'He left home on the first of September to visit a friend, Bjrn. Later on that evening he decided to take his car for a spin on the motorway. Then he had this accident on the roundabout. When I asked him what he did afterwards, he said: "I drove back to w.i.l.l.y's." It was a slip of the tongue,' Skarre said.

'Presumably he was with w.i.l.l.y the whole time. I'm not sure what it means.'

'His mother is very much against this friends.h.i.+p,'

Sejer recalled. 'Perhaps he lied to her about where he was going. And now he can't keep track of what 133 he's said. Did you ask any further questions about the accident with his car?'

'Yes. And I drove over there to check out his story,' Skarre said. 'I thought, if he's bashed his car and damaged the paintwork, there's bound to be traces left on the crash barrier. And there were.'

'I see.' Sejer nodded. 'No one can accuse you of slacking.' He smiled.

They were both silent.

'Where on earth has he hidden her?' Sejer said, having thought it over for a long time. 'We always find them. We find them quickly. In a few hours. Or we find them the next day. We know he has to act quickly. Two hours,' he said, 'that's the margin he has to work with. Abduction. a.s.sault. Killing. And finally there's the task of disposing of the body. He's under pressure. The hiding places are very rarely well chosen. It's about getting some branches together hastily, or digging a makes.h.i.+ft grave, but this presumes that he had a spade to hand.'

'Perhaps he's waiting,' Skarre said. 'Maybe there is something else.'

'How do you mean?' Sejer asked.

'This is how we think: he kills her and disposes of the body in haste. What if he's not in a rush? What if he's keeping her with him somewhere, in a house?

A house no one visits.'

Sejer nodded. 'True,' he said. 'That's an option, I agree. But nature takes its course. It isn't easy to get a good night's sleep when you've got the dead body of a little girl under the same roof.'

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'But we're not talking about a normal person here,' Skarre objected.

'Oh, we are. He may well be like us in many respects. I'm glad Helga Joner can't hear us now,' he added.

'Oh, she hears us,' Skarre said sadly. 'In her nightmares.'

Sejer went to get a bottle of mineral water from the fridge.

'What about the bicycle?' Skarre said hopefully. 'I thought we'd made a breakthrough.'

'There's nothing to be had from it,' Sejer said glumly. He swallowed some mineral water. 'If my instincts are right, it won't be long before we find her.'

He gave his younger colleague a very solemn look. 'Helga Joner will want to know everything. She'll insist on every detail, every single one. You, who believe in G.o.d,' he said, 'you'd better start praying. That when we find the body, it still looks like Ida.'

Ruth pushed the door handle down slowly. Then she stood in the doorway looking at the back of Tomme's head. It lay immobile on the pillow. His breathing was regular, but too light, she thought. He did not want her to know he was still awake. That was fine; she did not believe he had a duty to confide in her all the time or to always be the son she wanted. After all, he was at an age when he needed to free himself and make his own way in the world. 135 She was not allowed to come with him on his journey, and she did not want to either. She had neither the right nor the desire to accompany him. She sighed quietly and left. Closed the door as softly as she could and went down to the living room where her husband, Sverre, was busy solving a crossword puzzle.

'Grief,' he said. 'Twelve letters.'

'Hopelessness, perhaps,' she suggested quietly. He looked up. 'Is that twelve letters?'

'Don't know,' she shrugged. Her husband started counting.

'There's something going on with Tomme,' she said, looking at him. Persistently.

'What do you mean?' He put the newspaper aside, having entered the word in pencil. Remained in his armchair fiddling with the rubber.

'Something's bothering him.'

He did not dispute this. He was away from home most of the time. Feelings of guilt showed clearly in his face. Then he held out his hand and motioned her over to his chair. She sat down on the armrest.

'Right, then, my love,' he said. 'Out with it!'

'He's upset about something or other,' she said.

'Marion says he cries in his bed at night.'

'Well,' he said, 'there's a lot going on. You and I and Marion are very distraught. So is Tomme, I suppose. Even though he never had anything to do with Ida.'

'Has,' she corrected him. 'Never has anything to do with Ida. We don't know what has happened.'

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He patted her arm. 'Can't we be honest within our own four walls at least? I'm tired of pretending. You don't really think she's still alive, do you? Not after all this time?'

'No,' she said.

They were quiet for a while. Then she looked at him earnestly.

'I want you to talk to Tomme.'

He nodded. 'I will,' he promised. 'I'll talk to him tomorrow.'

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CHAPTER 12.

w.i.l.l.y Oterhals was older than Tomme, taller than Tomme. He was smarter, too. Had more con fidence. He had more money and more plans. And he sampled everything that life had to offer him. However, this was not to say that he was lazy. Right now he was roasting inside his boiler suit. His skin could not breathe through the s.h.i.+ny material and the perspiration made his body sticky. He brushed his hair away from his forehead with an exag gerated, exhausted movement. He wanted to show Tomme just how much strength and skill was required to do this job.

Tomme himself was standing holding a bucket. He looked at the wing. It was finally in place above the right front wheel and curved smoothly and elegantly without a single dent or scratch.

'f.u.c.king h.e.l.l,' he said happily. He was close to tears.

'Now you can give it a wash,' w.i.l.l.y said, pleased with himself.

Tomme nodded. There was a feeling of silent joy inside him because the car was whole again. He 138 dipped the sponge solemnly in the water and squeezed it so the shampoo foamed. He started soaping the roof of the car, stretching as far as he could to reach the middle of it. This car could have no dents, no scratches in the paint work, no dirt or mud splashes. He rubbed hard with the sponge, his body embracing the task energetically, his arms tracing huge circles, dirty water cascading down the windows. The fact that the car was whole made him feel whole too. Everything inside him felt at peace.

'Any news, by the way?' w.i.l.l.y asked. He sat down deliberately, rested against the wall and lit a cigarette. It was his turn to have a break now; it was Tomme's turn to work up a sweat. He gave Tomme a searching look. Tomme ceased his rhythmical movements with the sponge but did not turn to face him.

'News about what?' he said curtly.

w.i.l.l.y's cheeks hollowed as he inhaled the smoke. He held the cigarette between his thumb and index finger. 'Well, I'm only asking,' he said. 'You know what I mean.'

'You'd better read the papers then. They know more than I do. But I think they've found her bicycle.' Tomme seemed remarkably unwilling to discuss his cousin. He began scrubbing with the sponge again, faster this time. 'It's not as if there's anything I can do about it, for Christ's sake!' he exclaimed.

These words were said with genuine desperation and a fair amount of defiance. Tomme thought of 139 all the days that had pa.s.sed. He could cope as long as it was daylight, as long as all sorts of familiar sounds filled his head. In the evening he had the computer. Shelves stacked with DVDs and music of all kinds. There was always something to distract him. But at night, in the darkness and silence, he curled up into a tiny ball under his duvet. When his mind was not occupied, his thoughts would fly off in all directions, to the worst places imaginable. At times he would hear Ida's voice, or her laughter. Every time it was equally strange to imagine that she would never come to their house again. He listened out the whole time he was was.h.i.+ng the car. He heard the sound of w.i.l.l.y's footsteps across the garage floor. He was dragging his feet. His shoes were tattered and unbelievably filthy. Tomme's own shoes were wet from the water running off the roof of the car. He felt his pulse throb in his temple. The veins on his arm stood out clearly because he was clenching the sponge so tightly.

'At a pinch I can just about understand men who attack women. Or teenage girls. And just rape them,' w.i.l.l.y said. He was focusing deeply on his train of thought. 'I can even understand the panic. Why they strangle them afterwards.'

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