Dead Joker (HANNE WILHELMSEN SERIES Book 5) by Anne Holt

Author:Anne Holt [Holt, Anne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Atlantic Books Ltd
Published: 2015-09-30T16:00:00+00:00

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Hanne Wilhelmsen was sitting with the Yellow Pages directory open in front of her. It seemed as if her hands had quite automatically retrieved the thick book from underneath an old copy of Verdens Gang at the far end of the desk. She could swear it wasn’t her who had leafed through it to the “Psychologists” category. She certainly did not need a psychologist and already knew far too many of them.

The book shut with a hollow thud when Billy T. popped his head round the half-open door.

“It’ll soon be half past five,” he said. “You’re coming with me.”

He held out his hand as if to haul off a stubborn child.

“Come on, let’s go.” He used his hands to coax her, with a broad grin on his face.

“Where are we going?” she asked, half rising from her chair and stifling a yawn.

Cecilie was coming home from hospital the following day. Hanne was not sure whether she was really looking forward to it. Of course she longed to see her. On the few nights she had chosen to sleep at home instead of at the hospital in the hope of getting more than a couple of hours’ doze out of the night, she had cried herself to sleep from a sense of loss so great it was only surpassed by the forlorn yearning she felt when she sat at Cecilie’s bedside. Hanne wanted Cecilie to come home. At the same time, it felt safer having her at the hospital. Being at work all day did not feel quite as disloyal as it was sure to do when she knew she had left Cecilie on her own.

“As a matter of fact, I can’t. I’ve things to do at home tonight. How did the funeral go?”

“Well enough. But you have to come with me.”

“I can’t, I said. I have to do some housework.”

She tried to persuade her hair to sit in a kind of side parting she had fashioned because she never found time to go to the hairdresser’s. Her fringe was resistant, and she spat lightly on her fingers before running her hand through her hair.

“What’s this all about anyway?”

“You’ll see. If you don’t come, I’ll carry you off by force. You might call this a sort of kidnapping.”

Hanne Wilhelmsen capitulated and followed him without taking hold of his outstretched hand.

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