The Redbreast by Jo Nesbo

Author:Jo Nesbo
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2010-04-24T03:00:00+00:00

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Cafe Ryktet, Grensen. 7 March 2000.

Even Juul was standing on the steps as Harry pulled up in front of his house.

Burre stood beside him, pulling at his lead.

'That was quick,' Juul said.

'I got into the car as soon as I put down the phone,' Harry said. 'Is Burre coming too?'

'I was just taking him for a little walk while I waited. Go inside, Burre.'

The dog looked up at Juul with pleading eyes.

'Now!'

Burre jumped backwards and scurried in. Harry also recoiled at the sudden command. 'Let's go,' Juul said.

Harry caught a glimpse of a face behind the kitchen curtains as they drove away.

'It's getting lighter,' Harry said. 'Is it?'

'The days are, I mean. They're longer now.' Juul nodded without answering.

'There's one thing I've been wondering about a bit,' Harry said. 'Sindre Fauke's family, how did they die?'

'I've told you already. He killed them.’

‘Yes, but how?'

Even Juul stared at Harry before answering. 'They were shot. Through the head.’

‘All four?’

‘Yes.'

Eventually they found a car park in Grensen and from there they walked to the place Juul had insisted on showing Harry when they had talked on the telephone.

'So, this is Ryktet then,' Harry said on entering the poorly lit, almost empty cafe with only a few people sitting round well-worn plastic tables. Harry and Juul got themselves a coffee and sat at one of the window tables. Two elderly men further back in the room stopped speaking and scowled at them.

'Reminds me of a cafe I go to sometimes,' Harry said, inclining his head towards the two old men.

'The old incorrigibles,' Juul said. 'Old Nazis and Eastern Front types who still think they were right. Here they sit pouring out their bitterness against the great betrayal, the Nygaardsvold government and the general state of things in the world. Those of them who still have breath in their bodies, at least. The ranks are thinning, I can see.'

'Still politically committed?'

'Oh, yes, they're still angry. At Third World aid, cuts in the defence budget, women priests, marriages for homosexuals, our new countrymen, all the things you would guess would upset these old boys. In their hearts they're still fascists.'

'And you think Uriah might frequent this place?'

'If Uriah is on some kind of crusade of vengeance against society, he would certainly find like-minded people here. Naturally, there are other meeting places for the ex-Eastern Front comrades, yearly gatherings here in Oslo, for example, for comrades-in-arms and others from all over the country. But those meetings are of a completely different order from the ones at this watering hole—they are purely social events to commemorate the dead, and there is a ban on talking politics. No, if I were hunting for an Eastern Front man with revenge on his mind, this is the place I would start.'

'Has your wife been to any of these, what did you call them . . . gatherings of comrades-in-arms?'

Juul stared at Harry in surprise. Then he slowly shook his head.

'Just an idea,' Harry said. "Wondered if she might have anything to tell me?'

'She hasn't,' Juul said curtly.

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