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met this kind of cooperation from the
police. Were they always like this or was it because he knew me? Anyway, he
left me for a second and came back with a small Philippine woman with an empty
look in her eyes and an expression like she had seen the devil himself and
lived to tell about it. It seemed she was still in shock and I knew I had to be
careful.
    I greeted her with a handshake and introduced myself. The detective left
us, his duty calling. I waved at Sune and signaled I wanted him to come and
take her picture. He came right away.
    “So, that must have been real horrible for you,” I began.
    “I … I just walked in, like I normally do. Normally he isn’t in the
house. I didn’t expect … I mean, how could I know?”
    “Of course you didn’t know. Can you tell me a little about what you
saw?”
    She didn’t look at me but stared into open air.
    “He was dead. Blood everywhere. On all the floors in the living room.
All over the parquet. It was like a slaughterhouse. He was shredded to pieces.
Ripped apart like an animal would kill its prey. No man could have done this.
Only a demon.”

 
     
     
     
     
     
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    “Did you write this article about my father?”
    The chubby redhead man in front of me looked like his father back in the
days when I used to see him down at the port hanging out and drinking with his
boarding school buddies.
    He had been waiting for me at the entrance when I arrived at the
newspaper the very next morning. He held the paper with a picture of Didrik
Rosenfeldt on the front page.
    “Yes, I did.” I opened the door into the editorial room.
    Didrik Rosenfeldt Jr. followed me all the way to my desk.
    “Can I help you, sir?” Sara said as she came out of the kitchen bearing
a cup of coffee and a piece of cake on a plate.
    “I want an apology from the newspaper. A formal one.”
    I looked at him. “For what?”
    “For publishing this,” he said and pointed at the interview with the
housekeeper. “This line, where she says that a demon killed my father. Giving
all kinds of details that the public shouldn’t know about. I don’t want you to
write any more about this case. Do you understand?”
    Sara placed a cup of coffee in front of me, and I took it.
    “Did you want one too?” I asked.
    He snorted and pointed at me with shaky finger.
    “Do you know who I am, and what my family is capable of?”
    “I think I might have an idea.”
    “I warn you …”
    “Or what?”
    ”Or …”
    I put down my coffee cup and leaned toward him. I wasn’t afraid of
anybody, least of all of him.
    ”Listen. You don’t scare me one bit, mister. I have faced a lot worse
bastards in my time in Iraq. And by the way, last time I checked we have
freedom of speech in this country. Besides, they were the housekeeper’s words,
not mine. I just printed them. That is not illegal. So just fuck off.”
    I hadn’t noticed Sune who had come in the room. Now I saw him smiling
for the first time.
    Didrik Rosenfeldt Jr. snorted again, very loudly this time, but soon
realized that he was defeated. Blushing he turned around and walked quickly
towards the door. Before he left he turned around and looked at me.
    “This is not the last word in this case.” He disappeared out of the
room. I shook my head and sat down starting my computer.
    “What a prick. Just like his father,” I mumbled.
    The two others in the room kept staring at me. Sara sat down and Sune
started clapping.
    “Way to go, Rebekka.”
    “It was nothing.”
    “Nothing? You just told the owner of the newspaper to fuck off.”
    I looked up. “He’s the owner of the newspaper?”
    “Well not directly. But his family owns the corporation that owns the
newspaper.”
    I felt my body getting heavier in the seat. “So he could have me fired
for doing that?”
    Sune sat down at the corner of my table. ”He probably wouldn’t, I
guess.”
    Sune looked at Sara.
    “You’ll be just fine,” she said, not too