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bartender grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer.
    "Now, we make love," he whispered in her ear.
    Where is he? Where is Mads? Why isn't he doing something?
    Signe moaned louder and giggled as she felt the bartender's hands all over her breasts. He was fumbling and hurting her slightly. But it was all worth it, knowing Mads was out there being eaten up with jealousy. This would teach him not to take her for granted.
    "Easy there, tiger," Signe said, as the bartender grabbed her hands and held her up against the wall.
    "You say we fuck, I say we fuck," the bartender said in his bad English. "So now we fuck."
    "I think I might have changed my mind," Signe said. It hadn't been her intention to go through with it anyway. She just wanted to add a little excitement to the vacation. To spice it up a little. She wanted Mads to burst in there and tell her not to go through with it. But he wasn't coming, was he? Had he given up that easily? Wasn't he prepared to fight for her after all? Maybe he didn't love her as much as he had pretended to?
    "Please, get off me," Signe said and tried to pull her hands loose, but the bartender held her tight.
    "We fuck," he said.
    "No. No we don't," Signe said "I changed my mind."
    The bartender shook his head. "No. We fuck now."
    He held her hand in a tight grip and was pushing himself at her when suddenly the door to the restroom opened and Mads stormed in. Signe smiled widely when she saw him. Then she closed her eyes and pretended to be enjoying the bartender's touch.
    "Oh yes, right there, give it to me bad boy. Give it to me."
    "Signe!" Mads yelled. "Stop it and come back with me. Don't do this to us."
    She opened her eyes and looked at her husband. She was thrilled to see the anger in his eyes. "Fight for me," she said.
    "What?"
    "Fight for me or I'll let him fuck me. You hear me Mads? I want you to fight for me. Hurt him."
    Mads, who was at least two heads taller than the Egyptian guy didn't think it over for even a second. He grabbed the bartender by the neck and pulled him away from Signe, forcing the Egyptian guy to smash against the wall. Then he punched the bartender in the face and the blow made the guy fall backwards into the porcelain sink with a loud thud.
    After that, the bartender didn't move anymore. Mads looked at Signe. Her eyes grew wide. "He's not moving, Mads. His head is bleeding. Is he…Do you think he…?"
    Mads bent down and felt for a pulse, then he looked up at Signe.
    "Yes, he’s dead."
    "You killed him? You killed him…for me?" Never had Signe loved her husband more than she did in those seconds.
     

11
    April 2014
    T HEY KEPT THE NECKLACE. The police told me it was evidence and put it in a small plastic bag to be examined. Morten and I watched as they pulled the car apart and then we decided to go back to the hotel. Rebekka Franck and her photographer also left after having taken a few pictures and taken a statement from the police. She waved to me as she walked back to her car and I waved back. She still annoyed me, but there was something about her I had started to like. She seemed honest and fair. And very professional.
    The next morning, when I read the local paper on my iPad in the hotel restaurant, I found her article to be very decent and fair towards us. Maya didn't come off as just a criminal. It was put up to the reader to judge. Rebekka had taken the statements from the police and the sister Thilde, but made sure to write that there were still doubts about what really happened to the girl who drove the car that hit Mads Schou.
    I was satisfied with the outcome. I wouldn't say I was happy, because I don't think you'd ever be happy to see your daughter's name mentioned in this context, but I wasn't angry with it. It was fair.
    I grabbed another croissant from my plate, put some jam on it and ate it. Morten sipped his coffee. I felt disgusted with myself. I had eaten almost all night and here I was at it again. It just showed me how devastated I