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is agreed to wait to call the man until 1 p.m. 24:00, if there is still no news from

the man.
It is a simple matter, but experience tells him that it is in the "simple" that the

skilled criminals operate. The more simply a crime is organized; the more skilled

people are usually behind.
Tom takes the second pile of reports, removes the elastic band that sits around

them, and loosens them through until he finds something of relevance about Jens

Willumsen, he leans back in the chair and begins to read.
The report is dated Saturday, December 22, 1984.

Jens Hannibal Willumsen has not attended his work and has not been seen at
his home for approx. 3 weeks. A patrol gives him access to his apartment, the

same day he is reported missing by his employer. The police receive a judge's

order and through the caretaker of the property they obtain access. It is clear
that the man has not been in the apartment for a long time. The flat gives off the

impression of being packed down, and there is not much clothing left there.

Police note that warm clothing is hanging back in the man's apartment.
After a few days, police find out that the man has bought and redeemed plane

tickets to Argentina. After another 3 weeks, the police are told by the Argentine
customs that he is registered as entering the country.

The next report in the pile is dated approx. 4 months after.

It says that it has been impossible to establish contact with Jens Hannibal
Willumsen. His employer in the warehouse in which he was employed has fired

him, and no rent has been paid, by which his housing company has terminated

his lease. Contact has been established with his older sister Rigmor Willumsen,
who is the only relative. She has explained to the police that Jens Willumsen has

suffered from alcohol and concealed pill abuse for the past 20 years, and that

they have not been in contact. The police have also questioned a couple of
colleagues who confirm that Jens Willumsen looked ravaged and worn, but that

it did not matter, as he mostly worked for himself, in what they called reception

at the warehouse. Police confirm they have examined his wardrobe and the small
office he was working from but found nothing but empty beer bottles and a

single half-empty bottle of snaps.
Tom smiles at himself and begins to study the four photographs the police put on