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floor. Now, it was all over my pants and hands.
    “They’re still there,” I said, trying hard to calm myself down.
    Don’t panic. The worst thing you can do now is panic. Stay calm. You have to stay calm and focused.
    “Stay down,” I said, feeling slightly lightheaded myself.
    Remember to breathe. If you stop breathing, if you hyperventilate, you’ll faint too. Keep breathing.
    I found my phone in my pocket and called Morten, my boyfriend and a police officer on the island. My voice was shaking heavily as we spoke.
    “You need to come. Something terrible has happened.”
    I fought to keep the tears back. I took a deep breath to calm myself.
    “Where are you?”
    “They just moved in, Morten. They just bought the house and now…now they’re gone. It’s my neighbors, Morten. It happened right next to us. While we were in our house. It could have been us. Why did this happen to them, Morten? They were nice people. They seemed so nice.”
    “Emma, you’re rambling. I’m in my car now. Tell me. Are you in your neighbor’s house? Is that it? Is that where I need to go? Talk to me.”
    I was breathing heavily now. I found it hard to focus. The room was spinning. The curtain guy was groaning.
    “We need the doctor too. There’s a guy who fainted.”
    “Okay, I’ll call for him. What else, Emma? What happened to your neighbors? Where are they?”
    “They’re…they’re…they’re on the bed. There’s a lot of blood, Morten. A lot.”
    Morten went quiet. I heard him take a deep breath as well. “Okay. So…so you believe they’re dead? …Emma?”
    “I’m nodding,” I said, sobbing. “They were so young, Morten. They’d just gotten married. Just bought their first house. Who would do such a thing? They had their whole lives ahead of them. They were supposed to have children soon. They were considering it, they told me when I asked. Who…? Why?”
    “We can’t answer that now, Emma. They were new to the island. We don’t know anything about these people. I’m parking outside the house now. I’ll keep you on the phone till I see you. Now, where in the house are you?”
    “The bedroom.”
     

10
    July 2014
    T HE NUMEROLOGIST SAT behind the wheel of her old Toyota, keeping an eye on the house across the street. She had been sitting there every day for nearly a week now, keeping up with Emma Frost’s daily routines and writing everything she did down in her little notebook.
    This morning was particularly active for the dear author in the big house. Usually, it was her children that kept her busy, that and the few hours of writing she managed to squeeze in between chores. But today was different. Today, the numerologist had seen Emma storm into the neighbor’s house. She had a feeling she knew what Emma was going to find in there, since the numerologist had been sleeping in her car ever since she started the stake-out, and she had seen someone leave the house next door very late last night. A man with a ponytail and leather vest. The numerologist had detected a bad aura surrounding the man, and knew something was off. He had hurried away, walking with his head bowed, like he didn’t want to be seen, and with a smirk on his face that the numerologist had recognized. Whatever he had done in there, he had enjoyed immensely. No doubt about it.
    Not that she cared.
    Not even when she heard the scream. She wasn’t there to keep an eye on those neighbors. No, she was there to spy on Emma Frost, the woman who had ruined everything for her.
    There were a couple of people on the numerologist’s list. But Emma was the one that the numerologist really wanted to kill.
    Now, Emma Frost’s annoying boyfriend, who, by the way, had also made the numerologist’s list, drove into the driveway in the island’s only police car, and hurried inside. The numerologist followed him with her binoculars and noted in her book once he was inside. A few minutes later, the island’s only doctor arrived with messy hair and