I told you that there's a tiny chance that the man in the courtyard is mixed up in the murder of the Holland girl – would you then realise how serious this is?"
"Even then. I didn't look outside, I was busy with the newspaper."
Sejer looked around the small room and shuddered. It didn't smell good, his kidneys probably didn't function properly. The room needed to be cleaned, the window should have been opened, and the old man should have a piping hot bath. He went out to get some fresh air, drawing in several deep breaths. Raymond trotted after him and stood with his arms crossed as Sejer got into his car.
"Have you got your car fixed, Raymond?"
"Papa says I need a new battery. But I can't afford it right now. Costs over 400 kroner. I don't drive on the roads," he said quickly. "At least almost never."
"That's good. Go on back inside, you'll catch cold."
"Yes," he said, and shivered. "And I gave my jacket away."
"That wasn't so smart, was it?" Sejer said.
"I felt like I had to," he said sadly. "She was lying there with nothing on."
"What did you say?"
Sejer looked at him in astonishment. The jacket on the body belonged to Raymond!
"Did you spread it over her?"
"She wasn't wearing any clothes at all," he said, kicking at the ground with his slipper.
He had imagined that she was cold and that someone should cover her up. The light-coloured hairs might be rabbit hair. He ate sweets. Sejer stared into his eyes, the eyes of a child, as pure as spring water. But he had muscles, as heavy as Christmas hams. Involuntarily he shook his head.
"That was a kind thought," Sejer said. "Did you talk to each other?"
Raymond looked at him in surprise, and the angelic eyes shifted away a bit, as if he might have caught the scent of a trap.
"You said she was dead!"
Afterwards, when Sejer was gone, Raymond slipped out and peeked into the garage. Caesar was lying in a far corner under an old jumper, and he was still breathing.
Skarre finished going over the reports with a No. 5 Microball pen sticking out of the shoulder-strap on his shirt. He smiled with satisfaction, humming a few verses of "Jesus on the Line". Life was good, and a murder case was more exhilarating than armed robbery. It would soon be summer. And there stood his boss, waving a Krone ice cream bar at him. He put the papers quickly aside and took it.
"The anorak that was spread over the body belongs to Raymond," Sejer said.
Skarre was so startled that his ice cream slid sideways.
"But I believe him when he says that he put it there on his way back, after he took Ragnhild home. He spread it over her nicely because she was naked. I rang up Irene Album, and Ragnhild insists that it wasn't there when they went past the tarn. But... it's his jacket. We'll have to keep an eye on him. I told him that unfortunately he couldn't have it back right away, and he was so disappointed that I promised to give him an old one, one that I never wear. Find anything exciting?" he asked.
Skarre tore the rest of the paper wrapper off his ice cream bar. "I've run checks on all of the landlord's neighbours. They seem decent people for the most part, but a lot of speeding tickets have been given on that street."
Sejer licked strawberry ice cream from his upper lip.
"Out of 21 households, eight people have had one or more speeding tickets. That's way above the average."
"They have a long commute to work," Sejer said. "They work in the city, or at Fornebu Airport. There aren't any jobs in Lundeby."
"Precisely. But still. A respectable bunch with lots of speeders on the roads, all the same. But I found something else. Have a look at this." He leafed through the statements and pointed.
"Knut Jensvoll, 8 Gneisveien. Annie's handball coach. He served time for rape. Did 18 months, at Ullersmo."
Sejer bent down to look. "He may have managed to keep that quiet. Better watch what you say when we're out there."
Skarre nodded and licked his ice cream. "Maybe we should bring in the whole team. Perhaps he's tried something on some of the girls. How did you get on? Did you bring back all the details of the suspicious car?"
Sejer sighed and pulled the drawings from his inside pocket.
"Ragnhild says the ski-box was blue. And Raymond's drawing is pretty funny.