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By:Jo Nesbo


‘Yes, I’d like to thank you for that.’

He drank carefully. Then he slowly put his glass

down on the table, placed it as if it were important

that the glass should stand in a particular spot on

the table.

‘Those gangsters should be shot,’ he said.

‘Really? Who?’

The Mohican directed a crooked finger towards

Harry’s paper. Harry turned it over. The front page

was emblazoned with a large photograph of a

shaven-headed Swedish neo-Nazi.

‘Up against the wall with them!’ The Mohican

smacked the palm of his hand down on the table,

and a few faces turned towards him. Harry

gestured with his hand to calm him down.

‘They’re just young men, Åsnes. Try and enjoy

yourself now. It’s New Year’s Eve.’

‘Young men? What do you think we were? That

didn’t stop the Germans. Kjell was nineteen. Oscar

was twenty-two. Shoot them before it spreads, I

say. It’s an illness; you have to catch it early on.’

He pointed a trembling forefinger at Harry.

‘One of them was sitting where you’re sitting

now. They don’t bloody die out! You’re a

policeman, you go out and catch them!’

‘How do you know I’m a policeman?’ Harry

asked in surprise.

‘I read the newspapers. You shot someone in

some country down south. That was good, but what

about shooting a couple here too?’

‘You’re very talkative today, Åsnes.’

The Mohican clammed up and gave Harry a last

surly glance before turning to the wall and studying

the painting of Youngstorget. Harry, understanding

that the conversation was over, waved to Maja for

a cup of coffee and consulted his watch. A new

millennium was just around the corner. Schrøder’s

would close at four o’clock because of a ‘Private

New Year’s Eve Party’, as the poster hanging on

the entrance door said. Harry surveyed the familiar

faces in the room. As far as he could see, all the

guests had arrived.

25

Rudolf II Hospital, Vienna. 8 June

1944.

WARD 4 WAS FILLED WITH THE SOUNDS OF SLEEPING.

Tonight it was quieter than usual, no one moaning

in pain or waking from a nightmare with a scream.

Helena hadn’t heard an air-raid warning in Vienna

either. If they didn’t bomb tonight, she hoped it

would make everything easier. She had crept into

the dormitory, stood at the foot of his bed and

watched him. There, in the cone of light from his

table lamp, he sat, so immersed in the book he was

reading that he didn’t heed anything else. And she

stood outside the glow, in the dark. With all the

knowledge of the dark.

As he was about to turn the page he noticed her.

He smiled and immediately put down his book.

‘Good evening, Helena. I didn’t think you were

on duty tonight.’

She placed her forefinger over her lips and went

closer.

‘What do you know about the night shifts?’ she

whispered.

He smiled. ‘I don’t know anything about the

others. I only know when you’re on duty.’

‘Is that right?’

‘Wednesday, Friday and Sunday, then Monday

and Tuesday. Then Wednesday, Friday and Sunday

again. Don’t be frightened, it’s a compliment.

There’s not much else to use your brain on here. I

also know when Hadler gets his enema.’

She laughed softly.

‘But you don’t know you’ve been declared fit for

action, do you?’

He stared at her in surprise.

‘You’ve been posted to Hungary,’ she whispered.

‘To the 3rd Panzer Division.’

‘The Panzer Division? But that’s the Wehrmacht.

They can’t enlist me. I’m a Norwegian.’

‘I know.’

‘And what am I supposed to be doing in Hungary?

I —’

‘Shhh, you’ll wake the others. Uriah, I’ve read the

orders. I’m afraid there’s not much we can do

about it.’

‘But there has to be a mistake. It’s . . .’

He accidentally knocked the book onto the floor

and it landed with a bang. Helena bent down and

picked it up. On the cover, under the title The

Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, there was a

drawing of a boy in rags on a timber raft. Uriah

was clearly angry.

‘This isn’t my war,’ he said through pursed lips.

‘I know that too,’ she whispered, putting the book

in his bag under the chair.

‘What are you doing?’ he whispered.

‘You have to listen to me, Uriah. Time is short.’

‘Time?’

‘The duty nurse will be doing her rounds in half

an hour. You have to have your mind made up

before then.’