The Hunting Dogs
the fifteen-digit IMEI number, followed
     by a chronological schedule of incoming and outgoing calls over ten days. The list
     was short, confirming the impression of Jonas Ravneberg as a loner.

    02.10 - 14.32 hours Outgoing: 69330196 Duty lawyer, Fredrikstad
    02.10 - 14.28 hours Outgoing: 1881 Directory Enquiries
    02.10 - 14.17 hours Incoming: 69310167 Unregistered
    01.10 - 12.33 hours Outgoing: 99691950 Astrid Sollibakke, Gressvik
    30.09 - 21.43 hours Incoming: 99691950 Astrid Sollibakke, Gressvik
    30.09 - 10.22 hours Outgoing: 46807777 Fredrikstad Blad
    29.09 - 21.45 hours Outgoing: 48034284 Torgeir Roxrud, Fredrikstad
    27.09 - 13.45 hours Outgoing: 93626517 Mona Husby, Fredrikstad
    25.09 - 20.15 hours Outgoing: 99691950 Astrid Sollibakke, Gressvik

    Three names. Three people who might tell her more about the murder victim. Most exciting,
     however, were the conversations on the actual day of the murder. First an unknown
     caller, followed by a call to a lawyers’ office.
    The next image was the front page of a report from the site where the body was found.
     Line leaned into the screen. The report was introduced by the name of the person who
     had conducted the investigation and how the assignment had been given. This was followed
     by a description of the discovery site, the weather, the environs and the practical
     steps that had been taken to preserve the crime scene, as well as a paragraph about
     the dog and how it had been taken care of.
    It continued with a description of the victim: ‘male, aged around fifty, wearing a
     Helly Hansen rain jacket, dark blue jeans and green Wellington boots with the Viking
     trademark. The deceased lay prostrate on the pedestrian and cycle path with his upper
     torso partly protruding from the pathway. He had major contusions on his face’.
    She could not see anything else. The numbering in the top right-hand corner said page
     one of four.
    Next was a screen printout from the National Population Register concerning Jonas
     Ravneberg, his eleven-digit National Insurance number and a date indicating that Ravneberg
     had lived at the same address for sixteen years but, apart from that, nothing that
     Line did not already know.
    The next two photos were too fuzzy to read, but the third was the green cover of a
     document folder. This was useful because it contained a numbered list of the documents
     in police possession. The first of these was a report produced by the first patrol
     to arrive at the crime scene. She recognised the titles of the reports dealing with
     the mobile phone and the crime scene examination. Two witnesses had been interviewed:
     first the man who had found the body, and who had also sent the tip-off to the newspaper.
     The other witness was a female: Christianne Grepstad, such an unusual name that Line
     would easily manage to track her down.
    The final image was an Outline Report following Preliminary Examination of W. Blakstads gate 78. This described the interior of the house: ‘a terraced house of two storeys, with
     a basement underneath, its ground floor including a porch, kitchen and living room
     leading out to a little terrace, the second floor comprising a hallway, bathroom,
     three bedrooms and a balcony. The basement contains several storerooms and cellarage’.
    Holding the baguette in one hand, she continued to eat while she read. The report
     writer believed the perpetrator had been in the house for a considerable period of
     time. It appeared to have been searched thoroughly and systematically. Every drawer
     and cupboard had been opened and the contents removed. It was obvious that the perpetrator
     had been searching for something but impossible to know whether or not he had found
     it.
    ‘Good,’ she said, pointing at the screen.
    ‘Is there something?’
    ‘Definitely,’ she nodded. ‘He was looking for something.’
    ‘Who?’
    ‘The murderer.’
    She put her food aside to drink her tea. She had a story, a follow-up. Mysterious

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