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was quite long in the neck. Slightly curly,' she added.
'What about his car?' Sejer asked.
'It was white,' Kristine said, 'and quite old.'
'I've been thinking about that car,' Reinhardt said. 'It might have been a Granada.' He sent Kristine a triumphant look. This was outside her area of expertise.
'A Granada? I don't think there are many of those around these days, we'll need to look into that. What do you think, Kristine?' Sejer asked.
'I don't know anything about cars,' she mumbled.
'But, all the same, it was a large passenger car. A four-door saloon?'
'Yes,' said Reinhardt.
'So he saw you and drove off?'
'In a hell of a rush,' Reinhardt said.
'I don't think he drove off that quickly,' Kristine objected.
Now it was Skarre's turn to smile.
'Did either of you see the number plate?' he asked optimistically.
They were both silent.
'Anyway,' Sejer said, 'it wasn't a man you recognised, I mean you haven't seen this man before?'
'No.'
Sejer pondered this for a while. He moved the pen from Tunisia further south into Africa.
'Did you notice anything else unusual on your walk from the barrier to the lake? Any people? Sounds, voices?'
'Nothing,' Reinhardt said. 'There wasn't a soul around and it was quiet. Linde Forest is always really quiet.'
'That's why we go there,' Kristine interjected.
'And going there in your car, before you parked, did you meet anyone? Did you pass any other cars, people out walking?'
Reinhardt had to think about this.
'Did we pass anyone?' He looked at Kristine.
'No,' she said. 'The road's so narrow that if we'd met anyone, we would have had to stop.'
'You often walk there? It's a favourite walk of yours?'
'Every Sunday after lunch,' Kristine said, 'usually about the same time. Whatever the weather. All year round.'
'Have you noticed anything else unusual up there, on previous visits?'
'No. Like I said, it's really quiet there. We might have seen the odd person berry-picking. And skiers in winter. But you have to walk all the way to the lake from the barrier and most people can't be bothered to do that.'
'This man,' Sejer said, 'would you recognise him if you saw him in the street?'
'Yes,' Kristine said quickly.
'Why are you so certain?'
She hesitated. 'He stood out.'
Sejer pricked up his ears.
'In what way?'
She thought about the face she had seen for only a few brief seconds.
'I'm not making this up,' she said, 'but he reminded me of someone.' She rubbed her mouth nervously.
'And who did he remind you of?'
Her reply was barely audible. 'Hans Christian Andersen,' she whispered.
The office fell silent.
'The writer, you mean? What made him look like Hans Christian Andersen?' Sejer asked.
'His low, sloping forehead,' she said. 'His huge nose and large ears. The high cheekbones and crescent of curly hair at the back of his neck.'
Reinhardt sent her a doubting look. Skarre was busy taking notes.
'You shouldn't pay too much attention to what I say,' Kristine added. 'It was just something that crossed my mind.'
Sejer got up from his chair. 'That, too, can be important. That'll be all for now. Go home and relax. As much as you can.'
'Are we done?' Reinhardt asked in surprise.
Sejer gave him a patient look.
'Unless you happen to remember something you think might be important,' he said, 'in which case I'd be grateful if you'd call me.'
Skarre escorted them out into the corridor. Suddenly Kristine seemed to remember something. She clasped her mouth and gave them a wide-eyed look.
'Good God,' she said.
'What is it?' Skarre asked.
'Please forgive me,' she said, 'I'm not quite myself. And neither is Reinhardt. We forgot the most important thing, I don't know how we managed that. He was limping,' she added.
'That's right,' Reinhardt exclaimed.
'Or rather,' Kristine went on, 'he might not have been limping. But he was walking differently, as if he had an injury of some sort.'
Skarre nodded. 'A disability?'
'Or,' Reinhardt said, 'he might have had a false leg.'

CHAPTER 7
'If I had my way,' Sejer said, 'we would be out