hospital where she was back then and that she had no knowledge of there being done after that.
"I'm in!" I heard Sune exclaim. "I am finally in!"
I looked up from the screen and my eyes met his. He had both his arms over his head. "I did it," he said.
I grabbed my coffee cup and walked towards his desk.
"I did what the police have been trying to do since yesterday," he said.
"What do you mean?"
"They have the computer. When I got in this morning I realized that it had been moved. But I localized it as soon as they turned it on. I had a feeling they would search Brian Poulsen's apartment at some point and take his computer with them, so I put in a small tracking device in the server. This morning when they turned it on they couldn't get in. He has the best protection on it that I've ever seen. I'm pretty amazed by it. But nevertheless when they turned it on I was able to get access through what I like to call a back-door."
I stared at Sune. I had no idea what he was talking about. I just nodded along and hoped it would make sense at some point.
"Anyway," he said. "I'm not going to bother you with details on how I did it, but just let you know how awesome I am. Now I can find out everything about this guy, everything he has been up to and maybe why he has been so busy protecting himself from attacks from the outside. Now what are you hiding?" he asked the screen.
"Just let me know if you find anything," I said and went for more coffee in the kitchen. There was no cake today since Sara had stayed home, but right at that moment I felt so hungry for it. It was funny how the body got used to having its daily sugar kick. It was like a drug really. I stared at the street beneath me. It was empty. All the tourists and locals that normally filled the streets in a great weather like this were completely evaporated. My articles the same morning about the lobotomy-killer had done this. People were staying inside now. Tourists were fleeing the town, boats had left from the marina and everywhere there normally was so much life at this season was now empty and vacant. I felt sad for having been the one to make this happen. But I was after all just the messenger. It just seemed so sad. It started to rain as I stared at the buildings in front of me. A silent dusty rain fell slowly from the sky above.
Just at that second I spotted someone walking towards our building. He had drawn the hood from his sweater over his head, still I recognized him. My heart dropped. It was Christian Lonstedt. What was he doing here?
I walked to the editorial room and heard his steps on the stairs outside. The door handle turned and his head peeked in. He smiled his dazzling smile.
"Mr. Express!" Sune exclaimed and got up from the chair. "Come on in."
"Am I interrupting anything?" Christian asked.
"No. Just the usual work, you know," Sune said and they made some sort of street-smart handshake. "To what do we owe the honor?"
Christian took down the hood and shivered slightly from the cold. "Nothing. Was just in the neighborhood and wanted to say hi."
I put down my cup of coffee on the desk next to me. "Really?" I said. "That was nice of you. What are you doing all the way out here on a Sunday?"
"Oh I have the day off. No I was here on personal business and just thought I'd come up and congratulate you."
He looked at me kind of examining. I blushed to my own surprise. Why did I do that all of sudden. Why did I feel so self-conscious all of a sudden? This guy annoyed me. Why did I act like a school girl around him?
"Congratulate me on what?" I asked.
"Your articles in today's paper. They were really good. Much better than what we at the Express managed to do with it."
I was a little startled. Was he giving me a compliment and at the same time talking bad about his own work? I shrugged. "Well thank you. That was nice of you." I felt awkward as a silence occurred between the three of us. "Coffee?" I asked.
"Sure. That would be nice," Christian
"I'm in!" I heard Sune exclaim. "I am finally in!"
I looked up from the screen and my eyes met his. He had both his arms over his head. "I did it," he said.
I grabbed my coffee cup and walked towards his desk.
"I did what the police have been trying to do since yesterday," he said.
"What do you mean?"
"They have the computer. When I got in this morning I realized that it had been moved. But I localized it as soon as they turned it on. I had a feeling they would search Brian Poulsen's apartment at some point and take his computer with them, so I put in a small tracking device in the server. This morning when they turned it on they couldn't get in. He has the best protection on it that I've ever seen. I'm pretty amazed by it. But nevertheless when they turned it on I was able to get access through what I like to call a back-door."
I stared at Sune. I had no idea what he was talking about. I just nodded along and hoped it would make sense at some point.
"Anyway," he said. "I'm not going to bother you with details on how I did it, but just let you know how awesome I am. Now I can find out everything about this guy, everything he has been up to and maybe why he has been so busy protecting himself from attacks from the outside. Now what are you hiding?" he asked the screen.
"Just let me know if you find anything," I said and went for more coffee in the kitchen. There was no cake today since Sara had stayed home, but right at that moment I felt so hungry for it. It was funny how the body got used to having its daily sugar kick. It was like a drug really. I stared at the street beneath me. It was empty. All the tourists and locals that normally filled the streets in a great weather like this were completely evaporated. My articles the same morning about the lobotomy-killer had done this. People were staying inside now. Tourists were fleeing the town, boats had left from the marina and everywhere there normally was so much life at this season was now empty and vacant. I felt sad for having been the one to make this happen. But I was after all just the messenger. It just seemed so sad. It started to rain as I stared at the buildings in front of me. A silent dusty rain fell slowly from the sky above.
Just at that second I spotted someone walking towards our building. He had drawn the hood from his sweater over his head, still I recognized him. My heart dropped. It was Christian Lonstedt. What was he doing here?
I walked to the editorial room and heard his steps on the stairs outside. The door handle turned and his head peeked in. He smiled his dazzling smile.
"Mr. Express!" Sune exclaimed and got up from the chair. "Come on in."
"Am I interrupting anything?" Christian asked.
"No. Just the usual work, you know," Sune said and they made some sort of street-smart handshake. "To what do we owe the honor?"
Christian took down the hood and shivered slightly from the cold. "Nothing. Was just in the neighborhood and wanted to say hi."
I put down my cup of coffee on the desk next to me. "Really?" I said. "That was nice of you. What are you doing all the way out here on a Sunday?"
"Oh I have the day off. No I was here on personal business and just thought I'd come up and congratulate you."
He looked at me kind of examining. I blushed to my own surprise. Why did I do that all of sudden. Why did I feel so self-conscious all of a sudden? This guy annoyed me. Why did I act like a school girl around him?
"Congratulate me on what?" I asked.
"Your articles in today's paper. They were really good. Much better than what we at the Express managed to do with it."
I was a little startled. Was he giving me a compliment and at the same time talking bad about his own work? I shrugged. "Well thank you. That was nice of you." I felt awkward as a silence occurred between the three of us. "Coffee?" I asked.
"Sure. That would be nice," Christian
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