quietly.
âIâm sure that wonât be necessary,â Wagner said while Ivar K picked at his cuticles and popped something into his mouth. âWeâre assuming you havenât done anything wrong.â
For a while Kamm sat with his eyes closed, as if he could barely tolerate the sight of the detectives. This was probably the truth, Wagner thought. He was loath to admit it, but every now and again Ivar Kâs temper paid off: it made people more cooperative.
âWhat can I say? Mette was a lovely, clever girl. It was obvious right from the start that she had a head for figures.â
âAnd not just figures,â Ivar K cut in, back in business. âWhen did she become your mistress?â
âMy mistress!â
The words were spoken with a snort. âWho says she was? Thatâs an outright lie!â
Ivar K let out a soft whistle.
âI donât know how much you know about murder investigations,â he began. âHowever, they involve some DNA testing. We simply borrow the victimâs clothing from the laundry basket at home and send it off for further examination for hair and dust and other foreign particles. And semen, obviously,â he said, casually, inspecting his nails again. âItâs known as forensic evidence and if it stands up in court, it can lead to a conviction.â
Kamm looked as if he was planning to beat a hasty retreat.
âIâm not saying I never had sex with her. But I wouldnât use the term âmistressâ, given the few times we were together.â
âHow many times was that?â said Ivar K.
âI wasnât counting.â
âSo more than twice?â
âProbably,â came the reluctant answer.
âThree.â
Kamm didnât stir.
âFour times?â
The man cleared his throat.
âWhere are you going with this? I was at a family gathering all day Sunday, with my wifeâs parents in Stilling.â
âWeâll probably have to speak to your wife,â Ivar K said.
âFor Godâs sake. Canât you use a little discretion?â
It nearly always worked. For the first time Kamm looked genuinely nervous. It wasnât, however, a killerâs fear of being exposed â it was that of a husband dreading his wifeâs fury, Wagner thought.
âOkay. Listen,â Kamm began.
Wagner pricked up his ears and Ivar K suddenly paid attention. Kamm placed both palms on the table face up and looked at the other men before continuing.
âYes, we had an affair. It was wrong and I should never have started it and I have regretted it ever since. Mette fell in love with me. She was terribly disappointed when I broke it off.â
âWas she blackmailing you?â Ivar K asked.
âNo, no, no, not at all. She wasnât like that. She kept her distance, and she carried on doing her job.â
âWhat was Mette working on?â said Wagner.
Kamm closed his eyes again.
âShe didnât have her own clients, obviously,â he said, now staring up at the ceiling. âShe was only a trainee. But she helped a couple of her colleagues audit a firm of solicitors and a sports shop, I think it was.â
âWeâll want to speak to those colleagues. Anything else?â Wagner said. âYou and she didnât work together?â
âHow about overtime?â Ivar K suggested with a grin. Wagner shot him a warning glance. It was possible to go too far.
Kamm shook his head, tore himself away from studying the ceiling and focused on them.
Could he be a dangerous killer? Wagner tried to read his mind while Ivar K rounded off with a couple of routine questions. No one could be eliminated yet and Kammâs alibi would have to be checked, but Kamm came across as nothing more than an arrogant creep who had taken advantage of his position to seduce a young woman and make her fall in love with him. Wagner had some sympathy for Mette. Bosses had power
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