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He dials the number once again to confirm to the secretary that he will be

coming to the meeting.
"Knudsen and Thorsen. You’re speaking with Pia, how can I help you?"

"Hello, my name is Tom Halvorsen."

"Hi. Yes, we were talking together earlier," says Pia at the other end.
"It was really just to make sure that the meeting I called about is still on

schedule."

As they have hung up, he sits awhile and lets his thoughts flow freely as he lets
his gaze wander over the harbour. He thought he might have caught something.

For the first time in a long time, he gets the old feeling that there’s something he
is good at. He feels uplifted - a feeling he has been missing for so long. Neither

Bjørn nor Olina has questioned his idea, even if it came at the expense of an

important planning-day. They are on the right path, and that has given him the
much-needed boost.

He skimmed the old reports one more time; he wanted to be secure about it.

Wednesday, June 25, 1984 at 9 p.m. a patrol car drives out to a villa in Hellerup,
just north of Copenhagen, after they received a call from a woman named

Beatrice Atkensteiner. This is a family with a mother and two children, a boy of 3
and a girl of 6 years of age. The man, whose name is Johan, has been missing

since Wednesday morning, when the woman last saw him go to the toilet around

five o’clock. It is the day after Midsummer, the national summer holiday in
Scandinavia, but they have been home early from a picnic on the local beach

because the kids, they then have been drinking some wine on the patio and have

gone to bed around 1 in the night approximately. It is agreed to wait before
reporting him missing, to around midnight, if there is still no news from the man.

That should be a case simple case, but experience tells him that it is in the most

"simple" matters, that skilled criminals operate. The more simple the crime
looks, the more organized is often is. He knows that skilled individuals are

behind this.

Tom takes the second pile of reports, removes the rubber band that’s wrapped
around them, and loosens them through until he finds something of relevance

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