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relationship with Nastaran, the Persian interpreter for the police, who stays at

his office two to three times a week, and have now done so for the last ten years.
Most people are shocked to find out that he doesn’t drink beer and wine, as he

immediately gives off the impression of the typical middle-aged police

investigator with broad shoulders, very expensive garments – in casual fashion
of course, his very masculine appearance, the notorious stubble on his face and

his hairstyle, almost crew-cut. Behind the jovial facade and all-paternal

appearance, a very expensive wristwatch can always be seen, preferably in the
slightly vulgar style with gold notes, which would typically be worn by a nouveau

riche who desires to show off.
"Yeah, just give me one glass and then I'm out," Olina says

Bjørn opens the bottle and takes a cigarette out of the package Olina just laid on

the table. Olina takes out two glasses and Bjørn pours.
"I'll call Erik Overgaard right away," says Bjørn after they’ve toasted, then he

sits down again.

"I need half a million euros." Says Bjørn in the phone, as he takes a deep puff on
the cigarette. Erik is not that easily distressed. He knows, although it is a large

amount he requests, that it can be done.
"Okay, when?" Says Erik Overgaard.

His voice is calm, as if Bjørn had asked that he could take his son football

practice, as he usually did. Erik is PST's financially manager, in collaboration
with the country's largest bank. Erik is known as the man who makes things

happen – and happen quickly, the polar opposite his predecessor, Jørn

Kristensen, whom Bjørn has also worked with. Jørn’s nickname was the Snail.
"I need the money within two hours," Bjørn replies.

"How do you want them?" says Erik as he’s waving his other hand to Fredrik

Olsen, to get him over. Erik has known Bjørn since he started in the police force
over twenty years ago. Erik was originally an educated banker, but when he, as a

very young man, father and newlywed, experienced a long period of

unemployment, then the tall, thin man who had always looked older than he
actually was because of his premature hair loss, looked for a position as

accounting assistant within the police force. He had been seeing a lot of Bjørn
privately, as they both lived with their respective families in Glostrup for many