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said. “No great discoveries. Just normal, everyday mess.”
    “Where are you now?”
    “In the living room.”
    “Well, go into the kitchen,” Sejer instructed, “and I expect you’ll find a fish there. Is there anything else on the counter, the makings of supper?”
    Skarre went and looked around the tidy kitchen.
    “Yep, looks like salmon, and it’s partially cleaned. Happy now? Otherwise nothing. Socks drying in the bathroom, some mess by the bed, just day-to-day things. An empty whiskey bottle on the counter so one of them drinks, presumably Nicolai.”
    “What makes you say that?”
    “Girls that age don’t drink whiskey,” Skarre said.
    “No, you’re probably right,” Sejer agreed. “So far Carmen is telling the truth then. But I have to admit, she does seem a bit confused regarding the sequence of events. Call me if you find anything else. In the meantime, I’ll speak to Nicolai, and we’ll see if they say the same thing.”
    “So what are your thoughts?” Skarre asked.
    “Well, the usual, I suppose, that one of them might be lying. And if that’s the case, then the guilty party is not going to get away with it.”

5
    “ IT WAS TOO late,” Nicolai Brandt said. “He was all blue. That is, his nails and lips were blue, and otherwise he was white as a sheet. I could see that it was Tommy, but he looked so alien. I realized that he was dead, and Carmen was completely hysterical. It was impossible to think. It was all wrong, what I did. I’m useless,” he said melodramatically as he dried a tear.
    “Where were you when she shouted for help?” Sejer asked.
    “In the cellar,” Nicolai replied. “I was repairing a bike. I earn a bit of money doing little jobs like that. It was a friend’s bike. I had changed and oiled the chain, so it was fixed.”
    “So,” Sejer said patiently, “you were bent over the bicycle. What did you think when you heard Carmen shout?”
    “She wasn’t shouting; she was screaming,” Nicolai said. “I knew right away that Tommy was in the water. I’ve always hated that pond and worried about it all the time. Tommy’s all over the place, because he’s just learned to walk, and he couldn’t get enough. So I let go of the bike and ran as fast as I could down to the pond. Carmen had managed to get him out of the water and onto the grass. We did everything we could to revive him, but nothing worked. He didn’t react. I called for an ambulance and they came as fast as they could, but I realized after only a few minutes that it was already too late. They tried to resuscitate him too, but didn’t manage either—even though they were better at it than us and had done it loads of times. We could tell that they were professionals and had probably saved many lives. So I kept hoping. Waiting for him to wake and cough up some water. For him to get the color back in his face and to start breathing again.”
    Nicolai was extremely pale despite the long summer, and his eyes were dark pools of grief and despair. It was perhaps the first time he had seen death up close. He was only twenty, after all. And everyone’s first experience of death is traumatic.
    “So,” Sejer started after a pause, “had Tommy walked down to the pond before? It’s not that far really, only about one hundred and sixty feet. Or had he gone outside onto the grass by himself before or anything like that? Can you remember any episodes?”
    Nicolai clenched his hands in his lap. He was also of slight build, like Carmen, so they were well matched, these two unhappy souls. He had thin hair that was slicked back and long at the neck. There was a small tattoo that looked like a Japanese character on one hand.
    “What does your tattoo mean?” Sejer asked out of curiosity.
    “Courage,” Nicolai told him.
    “Does it work?”
    “No, not at all. I’ve always been a coward. Could we be charged with negligence?”
    Sejer ignored the question.
    “Why do you say that you’re a coward?” he asked.