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shoes. She remembers the hordes of people pushing to be the first to get to the

bags, and how the battle for free garments often could evolve into big fistfight
between the other refugees, She remembers loud female voices, aggressively

filling the air, the men who quarrelled with everyone or made scornful hand

gestures and angry frowns, the hateful looks of the other refugees, when her
mother occasionally picked up a piece of clothes from the pile; a piece that

wasn’t torn. She remembers her time in the refugee camp as malicious and full of

insecurity.
Somehow Tom seems overly happy and willing, she suspects his willingness to

be a sign that he is already standing with one foot out of the job.
There has never been anything romantic between them. Tom is not the type

that mixes work and emotions together. When they started building the new PET

almost ten years ago, he was married, and allegedly happy in the constellation.
But it seemed he was even happier after he got divorced; he thrived. Olina was

quite convinced that he considered her manly and therefore not an object for his

more romantic side. It was very normal for both police officers and investigators
to regard their female colleagues as too unfeminine for them to be subjects.

“Well, let's take today's course. I sit down at the table. "
She turns and heads for a table overlooking Copenhagen's skyline opposite the

harbour.

"What do you want to drink?" Tom asks, before she reaches the conversational
radius.

"Just water with ice, thanks," she replies informally, and sits down at the table

she has been eyeing.
Tom quickly finishes the order and arrives at the table with the jug of ice water

in one hand and a can of coke for himself in the other. After pouring the brown

liquid into the glass, he leans back heavily on the sofa, sitting opposite to her
with both arms stretched down along the side and his palms resting on the sofa-

seat. For a while, they quietly observe the squad of accountants who are entering

the restaurant, all in high spirits. It is a mixed company; it’s all accountants of
different nationalities. It is always good entertainment to hear the different

nationalities speak in English to each other in their own accent. Olina looks
thoughtfully ahead of her as she lets a finger run around the edge of the glass.