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reassuringly.
     
    Moving through the day, I wanted to write a follow-up article about the murder.
I couldn’t stop wondering about the case. And I didn’t want to. Now that I had
risked my job and was probably going to get fired anyway, it didn’t matter if I
upset Didrik Rosenfeldt’s son any more. I wanted to figure this case out.
    A man like Didrik Rosenfeldt probably had a lot of enemies who wanted
him dead. It could be for financial reasons. He was good for over $6.2 billion.
That was 6.2 billion reasons to kill him right there. But he was also about to
fire three thousand people in his company. That could have ticked someone off.
He also had an investment company that may have made a bad investment for
someone. Maybe he cheated someone for a lot of money.
    And then there was the wife angle. He was known around town to be having
affairs with a lot of women and bringing them to the summer residence. Maybe
his wife simply had enough and she wanted him to suffer, to die a merciless
death as revenge for humiliating her.
    It had been seen before, but mostly in foreign countries. Denmark was a
small country with only 5.5 million inhabitants. We didn’t have that many
killings or even that much crime compared with many other European countries.
And almost every murder case was solved. Ninety-six percent of the cases to be
exact according to the police department’s own records.
    I was very intrigued—and somewhat disgusted—by what the
housekeeper said about the crime-scene and how the body looked when she
arrived, and I wanted to know more. Maybe there was something in the way he
died or in the way they found him that could tell me what kind of killer we were
talking about. Could it have been a sex game that went wrong?
    I picked up the phone and called my detective dance school friend at the
police station, who was thrilled to hear from me, but he was of no help. They
still hadn’t gotten the autopsy report yet, so they didn’t know exactly what
had killed him.
    Surprisingly, he ended the conversation by asking me out.
    “Like a date?” I asked loudly.
    Apparently it was so loud that Sara looked surprised at me with her
headphones on. I smiled and pretended it was nothing, so Sara wouldn’t spread
the word. She was information central around here. No doubt about that. And I
had to be very careful what I let her know about me if I didn’t want the rest
of the town to know it a few minutes later.
    “I’m sorry, Michael. But I just got away from a bad marriage, and I need
time to get back on my legs. And my daughter needs stability for now. But
thanks. I’m flattered that you would ask.” I tried to let him down politely.
    “But maybe another time then?” He sounded so disappointed. I never liked
rejecting someone.
    “Maybe. Let’s wait and see.” I said goodbye and put the phone down.
    So they didn’t even know what killed the guy yet. Nothing new to put in
the paper then.
    I was beginning to get irritated and frustrated when I suddenly thought
about my sister in Naestved. She used to date the Didrik and she and her
friends hung out with him. I remembered how they hated him for not treating
women well. My sister especially seemed to be angry with him after she dumped
him. And it was more than just a normal hurt and anger after a breakup. She
loathed him. Detested everything about him and his friends. Maybe I could make
a sort of portrait of him.
    I called headquarters and they loved the idea. So they hadn’t spoken to
Junior yet. Fine by me. I would continue. Go out with a bang. Didrik Rosenfeldt
was a respected business man and well known in the jet-set society; he came
from a noble family one of the few left. He was one step from royalty.
    But he was also a prick, and I was going to tell the world the truth
about him.

 
     
     
     
     
     
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    Henrik Holch gave his credit card to the caterer. He had brought in the
staff of the world famous Noma restaurant to cater the party. Everyone