The Hanging Girl by Jussi Adler-Olsen

Author:Jussi Adler-Olsen
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2015-08-16T16:00:00+00:00

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It was a fantastic new city space for Copenhageners. For once, the architects had bucked their own trend and created something homogenous and almost attractive. It was as if the rare rays of sunshine shone down from every angle, causing the glass and concrete to melt together with the landscape of bridges and canals that ran directly out to the harbor area. Even though the area had existed for a few years, Carl had never been there before, and he liked what he saw. If it hadn’t been for his thoroughly pitiful financial situation, this would really be something for him. Maybe he should talk with Hardy about whether he might want to chip in a bit.

“They’ll be home in five minutes,” said a very dark-skinned woman in an unmistakable Jutland dialect, as she led them through the apartment’s micro-kitchen and down some stairs to the living room. It was at least six meters to the ceiling, and large glass panels revealed that only a small pontoon ramp separated the apartment from one of the canals. Three small floors on top of each other, stairs here and there and everywhere. Definitely not something for a man in a wheelchair like Hardy. So much for that dream.

“The water got a bit too close when the storm came here last December. The water was just this far away from reaching the window.” She demonstrated with her fingers what couldn’t have been more than five centimeters.

Carl nodded. Another reason to stay in Allerød. There at least you were sixty meters above sea level. So when the catastrophe came, which was bound to happen sometime or other, it would take a significant glacial melt or tsunami.

“Good thing nothing happened,” he said, looking at the flat screen and all the other electronic equipment. “When Inge Dalby arrives, can we talk to her down here in peace and quiet?”

She gave him a thumbs-up. She and her husband could go for a walk. No problem.

Inge Dalby didn’t look happy seeing the trio standing at the bottom of the stairs down in the living room, waiting for her.

“Sorry we’ve come unannounced, but we were in the area and have a few questions we think you might be able to help us with,” said Carl as the brother gave him a very firm handshake. A friendly man who also got a suitably impressive shake back when it came to Assad. Just enough to crush.

After five minutes, a few of these questions had been answered.

“Yes, that’s right,” said Hans Otto Kure in an authentic dialect. It begged the question whether a Bornholmer like him could ever learn to speak real Danish. “My dad took care of the work with the motors while Uncle Sture took care of everything else, apart from anything electrical, which they had an assistant for. I’ve been to lots of those classic car events, so have you,” he said to her.

Then he and his wife left. “We have to go Irma supermarket and buy some groceries,” she said simply, and that was that.

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