Daniel Gudeson has done, so it’s absolutely
essential that we speak to him,’ Harry said.
‘According to Aune, people suffering from MPDs
are very susceptible to hypnosis, since that’s what
they’re doing to themselves all the time – self-
hypnosis.’
‘Great,’ said Møller, rolling his eyes.‘So what’s
the idea with the search warrant?’
‘As you’ve said yourself, we have no evidence,
no witnesses and we know you can never rely on
the court buying all the psycho-stuff, but if we find
the Märklin rifle, we’re home and dry. We don’t
need any of the rest.’
‘Hm.’ Møller came to a halt on the pavement.
‘Motive?’
Harry probed Møller’s face.
‘My experience is that even confused people
usually have a motive in their madness. And I can’t
see Juul’s.’
‘Not Juul’s, boss,’ Harry said. ‘Daniel
Gudeson’s. Signe Juul’s sort of going over to the
enemy might have given Gudeson the motive for
revenge. What he wrote on the mirror – God is my
judge – may suggest that he views the murders as a
one-man crusade, that his is a just cause, despite
the condemnation of others.’
‘What about the other murders? Bernt Brandhaug
and – if you’re right that it is the same murderer –
Hallgrim Dale?’
‘I have no idea what the motives are, but we
know that Brandhaug was shot with the Märklin
rifle and Dale knew Daniel Gudeson. And
according to the autopsy report Dale was cut up as
if a surgeon had done the job. OK, Juul was
beginning to study medicine and dreamed of
becoming a surgeon. Perhaps Dale had to die
because he had discovered that Juul was acting
like Daniel Gudeson.’
Halvorsen cleared his throat.
‘What?’ Harry asked sourly. He had known
Halvorsen long enough to anticipate that an
objection was on its way. And very probably a
well-founded one.
‘From what you’ve told us about MPDs, it must
have been Even Juul who killed Hallgrim Dale.
Daniel Gudeson wasn’t a surgeon.’
Harry swallowed the last bite of kebab, wiped
his face with the serviette and looked around for a
litter bin.
‘OK,’ he said. ‘I could have said that we should
wait until we have the answers to all our questions
before we do anything. And I am aware that the
Public Prosecutor will consider the evidence
pretty thin. But none of us can ignore the fact that
we have a suspect who might kill again. You’re
frightened of the media circus, boss, if we charge
Even Juul, but imagine the row that would break
out if he committed any more murders. And then it
came out that we had suspected him all along
without doing anything to stop him . . .’
‘Yes, yes, yes, I know all that,’ Møller said. ‘So
you think he’ll kill again?’
‘There are a lot of things in this case I’m unsure
about,’ Harry said. ‘But if there’s one thing I’m
absolutely certain of it’s that he hasn’t completed
his project yet.’
‘And what makes you so sure about that?’
Harry tapped his stomach and pulled a sardonic
grin.
‘There’s someone in here, morsing it up to me,
boss. There’s a reason why he bought the most
expensive and best assassination rifle in the world.
One of the reasons Daniel Gudeson became a
legend was that he was a fantastic marksman. And
something down here is telling me that he’s
decided to take this crusade to its logical
conclusion. It’s going to be the crowning glory,
something to immortalise the legend of Daniel
Gudeson.’
The summer heat vanished for a second as a last
wintry gust swept up Moztfeldtsgate, swirling the
dust and the litter. Møller closed his eyes, pulled
his coat tighter around himself and shuddered.
Bergen, he thought. Bergen.
‘I’ll see what I can manage,’ he said. ‘Make sure
you’re ready.’
90
Police HQ. 16 May 2000.
HARRY AND HALVORSEN WERE READY. SO READY
THAT WHEN Hole’s telephone rang, they both
jumped up. Harry seized the receiver: ‘Hole
speaking!’
‘You don’t need to shout,’ Rakel said. ‘That’s
why the phone was invented. What was it you said
about the seventeenth the other day?’
‘What?’ It took Harry a few seconds to connect.
‘That I’m on duty?’
‘The other thing,’ Rakel said. ‘That you would
move heaven and earth . . .’
‘Do you mean that?’ Harry felt a strange, warm