Seven, eight ... Gonna stay up late (Rebekka Franck #4) Read Online Free PDF Page A

"Smells absolutely fabulous," he said and looked at Allan.
"Are you about to spoil me again?" He tapped his well proportioned
six-pack stomach. "I know what you're up to," he said. Then he leaned
over and grabbed Allan's face between his hands and kissed him again. The kiss
left Allan feeling nothing.
    "You just want to fatten me up, don't you?
Fatten me up so no one else will want me, and you can have me to myself? Ah,
don't think I haven't noticed how you put extra cream in the sauce to make it
so good I can't resist it. I'm on to you, sweetie-pie. I am so on to you."
    Then Sebastian clicked his tongue which made him
sound gayer than ever and walked towards the kitchen. Allan closed the door.
    "You got me there," he said.
    Sebastian looked inside of the oven, then drew
in a big breath and looked back at Allan. "Oh, that is so good," he
said. "What are we having?"
    Allan smiled widely. "Just a little
something I pulled up from the freezer."

Chapter 7
    I asked Camilla to meet me after I finished the interview with Patti Scialfa. Sune stayed
behind to take some more photos while I hurried to our meeting place. Camilla
was waiting when I arrived. She stood in front of a stand that sold vegetarian
dishes. Her face seemed strained and her eyes showed she hadn't slept much. It
wasn't unusual at a festival like this, but in her case it wasn't because she
had been partying all night. Her eyes were flickering like they were constantly
scanning the area surrounding her, on the lookout for her friend, anxiously
hoping that she might catch a glimpse of her somewhere in the crowd of hundreds
and hundreds of people constantly passing by.
    "I keep thinking I see her," she said
as I approached. Camilla kept sweeping the area with her eyes and spoke without
looking at me. "But it's just someone looking like her. Like that girl
over there. Her hair looks just like Amalie's."
    I put my hand on Camilla's shoulder. She turned
and looked at me. Then she exhaled deeply. "Do you think she's still out
there somewhere?" she asked.
    I nodded. Not because I knew anything about it,
but because I wanted to comfort her. Plus it was very unlikely that she had
left the festival. I wasn't afraid of that. But I was afraid that something had
happened to her inside the fences, on the festival grounds. I was afraid that
she might have been hurt somehow and unable to contact Camilla.
    "Does she have her phone?" I asked.
    Camilla shrugged. "I think so. It wasn't in
her backpack anywhere." Camilla pulled out her phone and looked at the
display. "My own is running out of batteries soon."
    "I can help you charge it. I can bring it
to the media area and plug it in," I said.
    "Thanks," she said with a sad voice.
    "But you're thinking that if your phone is
almost dead, then hers might be running out of batteries soon too?"
    Camilla nodded.
    "What happens when you try and call her?
Does it go directly to the voice mail?"
    Camilla shook her head. "No."
    "Okay. That means it's not dead yet,"
I said.
    Camilla looked up at me. "But it could also
mean that she can't answer it."
    "Let's not get ahead of ourselves," I
said. "She might have dropped it somewhere, have you thought about that?
It could have fallen out of her pocket somehow." I looked in the direction
of the campground with thousands of tents. "It happens that people get
lost here. Maybe she is simply lost. Did you make a plan for what to do if any
one of you got lost?"
    Camilla shook her head. "No. But she is
smart enough to find the paramedics or some officials working here and have
them help her."
    "Well maybe she has done just that. Maybe
we should go and talk to them? Ask them if they have seen her?"
    "I did that yesterday. I wondered if Amalie
might have been hurt. She was pretty drunk when she left me, so she might have
fallen or something, or maybe gotten sick. So I went to talk to the paramedics
but they hadn't seen her."
    "Maybe they've seen her today?" I
said. "Let's go ask them."
    Camilla nodded, then