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The waiter, a tall, elegant man in his mid-thirties, comes to the table, sets their

                   food and says with a lighter, more affectionate voice, as if to emphasize the
                   quality of the food he serves:

                   "Bon appetite! Today's dish you ordered is Italian-inspired. Allow me to give it a

                   few words along the way. The dish consists of homemade Garganelli pasta with
                   Parmegiano Reggiano and egg yolk sauce and smoked bacon from Thy. "

                     "Uy, that smells nice," Olina replies, and for the first time she smiles.

                   "Finally, if there's something you're missing, tell me." The tall waiter silently
                   pulls away from the table.

                     “I have already contacted the ex-wife, and if I am lucky, I will meet with her
                   today. She is a lawyer, by the way. ”

                     “Fine, then we'll move on when you've got it in place. I support your decision.

                   It's great that we have the whole thing in place, and I'm really excited to hear
                   what you find out. Bjørn and I can easily spend the day today working on the

                   plans. ”

                   Tom smiles an unfathomable smile and starts eating the fire-hot dish the waiter
                   just put in front of him.


                                                           ***









                   The visit to Beatrice


                   After lunch, Tom hurries back to the office. He sends a "thank you" message to
                   Eva from IT. She has been quick to get the old reports from 1984, which were

                   actually filed in Tåstrup, after everything was digitized. Even so, she has asked

                   two officers to hurry to Tåstrup and retrieve the original reports and related
                   documents to hand them over to him. He hadn't prayed about it, but now they lay

                   on his desk like a real block of cardboard and paper in a black plastic box, neatly
                   assembled with elastic bands around. His work phone, which he left in the desk
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