Page 10 - Fanget I Tiden oversættelse - caught in time (komplet)-converted

Johan hung up and pressed the button on his bedside table. A few minutes later, Nete popped in.

"Did you get to speak to your wife?" she asked in an inquisitive manner and trundled the table
with the phone on it to the door.

"Yes, I managed to put her mind at rest."
Nete stood at the door and gave him a sympathetic look. "It’s horrible you encountering a

pyromaniac during your visit to Germany!"

He could not be bothered to tell her that he was not on a visit, but worked for one of the top
companies in the country. The matronly nurse looked like the sort of person who had far too little

to do and was able to jabber away for hours on end. Just then, Jack turned up again. Didn’t they

really have anything else to do?
"Did you get through?"

Jack smiled, took hold of the telephone table and continued:
"I heard on the radio that the police have sealed off the house where they found you."

The great sensation of the day was unfolding with him in the lead role. Johan had to get out of

here! Quickly! With a deep sigh, he let his head fall back on the pillow and grimaced. "Oh, this
knee!"

Nete was beside the bed like a shot. "Do you need more painkillers?"

"No, no. I just need to sleep."
As soon as they had closed the door, he threw his legs over the bedside and opened the door

slightly. Towards his left, he heard Nete and Jack chatting. Their voices already sounded distant

and he heard a door closing. Quickly he snatched his clothes out of a cupboard, gathered them in a
little bundle and hobbled out of the door. Before edging his way to the right, he closed the door of

his room. Should he be discovered he would make out that he was confused because of the shock.

He passed eight wards, limped on through a swing door and reached a staircase. Still no one. He
hobbled down two storeys; he felt as if a hammer had hit his left knee. When he finally reached

the bottom step, he realised why he had not met one single person. At the bottom of the stairwell,

there were dustcarts, sweepers, sacks of road salt, shovels and other tools. There were no exit
doors to freedom. The room was closed off by a solid wooden door.

"Hell!"
Without a key, it would be impossible to open the wooden door. He looked around. His eyes fell

on two large windows at the opposite end of the storage room. He struggled out of his white

hospital shirt and put his own clothes on. With a snow shovel in his hands, he limped over
towards the windows, and with all his might, he smashed the shovel against one of the panes. The

glass shattered with a tremendous noise and small pieces of glass flew around.