The Water's Edge - By Karin Fossum Page 0,27

more plans. Don't change your habits, he thought, keep doing the things you always did, say hello to people and be friendly, or better still, fling out your arms and laugh heartily. Go outside and wash the car, perhaps, give the Poles a friendly nod, talk about the weather. If anyone heard a rumour about him, they would dismiss it instantly. Not him, they would say, he's behaving completely normally.

CHAPTER 17

Isn't it odd, Kristine mused, that I can be absolutely certain that Reinhardt has come home, when I haven't even seen him yet. Everyone has their own individual sound, their particular way of going through the rooms. Reinhardt was a big man; he was not in the habit of tiptoeing around the place. A hanger clattered on to the floor, she heard the thud as he kicked off his shoes, first one then the other.

'Hello, sweetheart!'

He had a thick bundle of newspapers tucked under his arm. Kristine appeared from the kitchen.

'How long are you going to keep buying all those papers?'

'As long as there's something about Jonas L酶we,' he said. 'Look, plenty of coverage.'

He held up Dagbladet to show her.

'There's a photo of Jonas on the front page again today, it's a unique case in Norwegian crime history, do you realise that? I want to know all about it, every detail.'

He gestured towards the growing pile of old newspapers. 'You're always telling me to get a hobby, that I should be doing something other than playing computer games. I've come to a decision. I will follow this case every day until it has been solved and when they get him, I'll follow his trial.'

Kristine snatched Dagbladet from his hands. She leafed through it, scanning it quickly.

'But there's nothing new,' she said. 'They just repeat the same old stories.'

'Don't throw them away,' he said. 'I need to cut out the articles.'

'What do you mean, cut them out?'She gave him a puzzled look.

'As a matter of fact,' he said solemnly, 'it's terribly interesting, for once, to follow a case right from the start, follow it week by week as it develops. It's like a discipline of some sort.' He ran his fingers through his hair. 'Perhaps I should quit my job at Hafslund and become a crime reporter. I think I've got the bug.'

Kristine shook her head in disbelief.

'When I think about it,' he reasoned, 'I realise that I have never read the news in this way before. I've been superficial. None of the world's misery has ever gripped me. But this has, it's a totally new sensation.'

He let himself flop into a chair and grabbed hold of VG magazine.

'But why?' she asked.

'Because we found him, Kristine. It's that simple.'

'But we didn't know him.'

'I feel I know him now. I've been reading about Jonas for days. The whole sequence of events rolls before my eyes like a film.'

'But we don't know the sequence of events,' she reminded him. 'Look here.'

She pointed and read aloud: '"The police have released very little information about Jonas August and his tragic death".'

'Well,' Reinhardt said, 'if you ask me I would say that means they've no idea what happened, but they're afraid to admit it, they don't want to lose face.'

Kristine continued to look at him sceptically.

'We saw him, Kristine,' Reinhardt went on. 'We saw him quite clearly. You and I are the only two people in the world to have seen him in person. In fact, I see him more clearly now than I did then. I'd recognise the bastard anywhere.'

'But we don't know if he really was the killer,' she said. 'You just can't say things like that. All he did was walk past us, and he was startled, but that's normal.'

Reinhardt thumbed through the newspaper. 'Take a look here, then, if you don't believe me. Listen to this: "After several days the mystery man from Linde Forest has yet to come forward." There. Now he's finally become the mystery man. But you and I knew that instantly.'

'Perhaps he's shy and introverted,' she said. 'Perhaps he's gone abroad.'

'The latter I can believe,' Reinhardt said. 'In which case he must be guilty. My theory is that this is a straightforward case: the man we met killed Jonas August. He walked right into us and he panicked. He has probably bought all the newspapers today as well, and right now he's going though them with his heart pounding.'

Kristine went back out into the kitchen. It disturbed her that he was so obsessed by the murder. Then she