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carries out his shady endeavours. It is almost impossible to believe that Dieter

Stormann is his father of such a culprit.
A light doubt suddenly starts forming in his mind. To visit Inge-Lise in the

middle of all this confusion - does it make sense? She could be demented, not s

not able to remember anything at all. But his perfectionism prevailed and the
doubt is pushed aside. Is it strange that one of the country's foremost agents,

possibly the foremost, goes out of his way to try and pull something relevant out

of an old lady – no, every stone must be turned. “Tom Halvorsen the
perfectionist,” had Bjørn always jokingly said, though it had serious undertones.

Now he’s living up to his name.
Tom’s moving fast in the down the posh Strandvejen, meaning the Beach

Road, as the snowfall starts to increase. There hasn’t been any salt sprinkled on

the roads yet, and with the high pace he is driving, it makes the car repeatedly
make a little wheel spin from time to time.

Tom looks at his watch; 19.35 - perfect. He arrives at old classy town of

Vedbæk, where he passes Hotel Marina on his left, a smart modern hotel that at
first glance most resembles a kind of building complex in white, built in typical

70’s architectural style, other than that, there is just massive old mansions that
characterize the area. His GPS tells him that in about a hundred meters he must

turn left. As he is looking around from inside the car, he notices that never before

has he experienced Strandvejen this quiet. He has only seen two cars since
Hellerup.

On King George's road is shining bright with so much snow on it; Tom is

now very careful with his driving, and slowly moves through the snowdrifts. His
GPS is showing that he has to get down to the end of the road. As he reaches the

end, white buildings appear and his GPS shows that he is about to meet his

desired destination. He makes a turn into he into the parking lot and parks the
car between two SUV’s. He gets out of his vehicle and crosses the road in a brisk

motion, towards one of the white houses. As he’s treading along his ends up

sticking his leg en a pile of snow; shit, he didn’t see it. Before he decides to go any
further, he stops and cleans his boot.

"Good evening " He jumps up in surprise.