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even more, with the snowfall disturbing his view, making it difficult to see

clearly. The helicopter flies above him, he pushes himself all the way up the
guardhouse wall, trying to make himself as small as possible. With a swift move

he pulls his police phone up, covering the screen with his left hand, so that others

cannot see the light from the phone. The two figures with fluorescent, blue, light
circles around them have moved from their initial positions and into the castle

tower. The helicopter is right above him now; the sound of the engines and rotat-

ing the blades resonates in the castle walls, as he peeps out. Confused and won-
dering what his next move is, he considers calling Bjørn, but doesn’t.

Why does he not get a notification on the map, nothing but the two figures with
blue circles are showing.

From his current location, there is about a 20 second run to the outer wall of the

castle. The gate to the castle courtyard is open, so all he has to do is not being
seen.

“Shit,” he mutters to himself. Why has he never before taken the time to visit the

castle as a regular guest? He has had plenty of opportunity to do it, but like so
much else he had rejected the thought, of it being too boring, too common. In this

hectic moment, he suddenly hears the word of his ex-wife, Minna, who fre-
quently had suggested: “Let’s go to Kronborg for the day.” But his idea of fun was

vastly different. He mostly cared about impressing his colleagues with expensive

travels, Michelin restaurants and luxurious adventure. The old Castle was not on
his list, not that he couldn’t see the beauty of the old magnificent building, but

more that it was so touristy and close to home – no. Name a Champagne worth

drinking - and he knows it. Name a restaurant worth visiting - and he’s been
there. He still from and time, with painful clarity, recalls, how Minna once sug-

gested, almost insisted that they should go hiking and biking around Bornholm.

He went on to bully her for nearly a week straight, calling her nostalgic, back-
ward thinking and boring. He stopped with the goodbye kisses in the morning

before going to work, slept with his backside against her and avoided eating at

home, until she had finally had enough and gave up on the idea, and instead went
on a Surfing trip to California.

He had been arrogant and self-absorbed in the past; his career had been the only
thing that mattered to him, even though he was a master at hiding it to others.