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to remove all the houses that the Christianites had build themselves.
    My guess was that Sune wasn’t too thrilled about the police in general.
I guessed right.
     
    I kept a close eye on the activities behind the crime-scene tape and soon I
spotted the detective who seemed to be in charge. He came out of the house and
headed towards one of the police cars, and I yelled at him.
    “Excuse me. Rebekka Franck, reporter at Zeeland Times .”
    He stopped and stared at me. He then approached.
    “Rebekka Franck?”
    “Yes.”
    Surprisingly he smiled at me.
    “You don’t remember me?”
    I really didn’t but wouldn’t disappoint him. Besides, I really needed
his comment for my article.
    “Well, of course I do,” I lied.
    “Michael Oestergaard. You used to take dancing lessons at my aunt’s
dance studio. Jazz ballet.”
    “Miss Lejrskov’s class. Michael. Oh yes, I do remember.”
    I really still didn’t, but I remembered my dance teacher. Michael looked
to be at least eight or nine years older than me. How could I have remembered
him?
    “Exactly. I used to hang out there with my brother and look at all the
pretty girls. So you are a big-shot reporter now? I must admit I have been
following your career. It has brought you around the world?”
    “Sort of.”
    “And now it has brought you to Karrebaeksminde. I heard from the old
Miss Jensen in the tourist-information-desk down on Gl. Brovej that you had
come back.”
    “And she was right.”
    That woman did a little more than informing the tourists around here.
    “So you work for the newspaper down here now?”
    “Yes, I do.”
    “And you probably want a comment for your article?”
    “I would love that.” I was stunned. I couldn’t believe his courtesy.
Normally I wouldn’t get a single word out of the police until they had a press
conference, and then I would only get what all the other reporters got.
    “Well, I can’t say much.” He lowered his voice and got closer. “But it
ain’t pretty, I can tell you that.”
    “But what can you tell me about what happened here. Is it a murder?”
    “No doubt about it. Someone broke in through the back door and killed
the guy.”
    “Do you have any suspects?”
    “No, but we might begin with his wife,” he laughed. “He wasn’t exactly
known as one of God’s better children, if you know what I mean.”
    “I don’t, I’m sorry. So you will be questioning the wife in the near
future?”
    “Sure, but don’t write that. That would be interfering with
investigative information. You know that.”
    “Then please just tell me what I can write.”
    “Write that the victim has been identified as Didrik Rosenfeldt, CEO and
owner of the world-known company Seabas Windmills, and known as a part of the
famous and very wealthy Rosenfeldt family. He apparently was killed by an
intruder in his summer residence, there is an ongoing investigation, and that …
is it, I think.”
    I wrote everything he said in my notebook.
    “Why hasn’t the body been removed from the house yet?” I asked.
    The detective sighed deeply.
    ”I really can’t get into that.”
    Sune had probably been right.
    “How did he die?”
    The detective got an occupied look on his face.
    “We don’t know yet. That’s for the crime lab to figure out. I am sorry
but I really have to get on with my job …”
    “But surely you must have an idea?”
    “We do, but we won’t share it with the public, yet.”
    I nodded. That’s what I expected. The crime scene must have been messy
just as Sune said. I spotted Sune out of the corner of my eye. He took pictures
of the body as it was finally removed from the house in a body bag and
transported in an ambulance.
    “Who found the body?” I asked Detective Oestergaard.
    ”The housekeeper found him this morning, when she came to clean the
house.”
    “At what time?”
    ”She called us at six.”
    “Can we talk to her?”
    “Well, I guess I can ask her.”
    I had to pinch my arm. I’d never