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She took off her jacket and carefully placed it in a corner so she wouldn't trip over it. Then in one bound she leaped off the floor, stretching her arms in the air as high as she could, but she touched nothing. She did it a couple more times before retreating to the far wall, where she paused for a moment to collect herself. Then she took a running start, and with all her might jumped into the darkness, her arms flailing after hope.
When she crashed back down, her foot slipped on the smooth floor and her body landed on its side. She gasped loudly as her shoulder struck the concrete, and she screamed when her head smashed against the wall, slamming her brain full of flashes of light.
For a long time she lay very still, wanting only to cry. But she didn't. If her prison guards heard her, they'd take it the wrong way. They would think she was on the verge of giving up, but she wasn't.
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On the contrary. She was going to look after herself. For them she was the woman in the cage, but she was the one who decided how far apart the bars would be. She would think thoughts that opened out onto the world and kept madness at bay. They would never break her. That's what she decided as she lay there on the floor, her shoulder throbbing fiercely and the swelling around her eye forcing it closed.
Someday she would get out of here. The wound had healed, but the scar was clearly visible under his hair, if anyone cared to look. But who the hell would want to do that? It was obvious now that he had changed. The furrows around his mouth were deeper, the shadows under his eyes were darker, and his expression showed a profound indifference.
Carl Morck was no longer himself, the experienced criminal detective who lived and breathed for his work. No longer the tall, elegant man from Jutland who caused eyebrows to raise and lips to part. And what the hell did it matter anyway?
He buttoned his shirt, put on his jacket, tossed down the last dregs of his coffee and slammed the front door behind him, so that the other residents of the house would realize it was time to haul themselves out of bed. His gaze fell to the nameplate on the door. It was about time he changed it. It had been a long time since Vigga moved out. Even though they weren't yet divorced, it was definitely over. He turned around and set off for Hestestien. If he caught the train in twenty minutes, he'd be able to spend a good half hour with Hardy at the hospital before he had to head over to police headquarters.
He saw the redbrick church tower looming above the bare trees and tried to remind himself how lucky he'd been, in spite of everything.
Only an inch to the right and Anker would still be alive. Only half an inch to the left, and he himself would have been killed. Capricious inches that had spared him a trip along the green fields to the cold graves a few hundred yards in front of him. Carl had tried to understand, but it wasn't easy. He didn't know much about death. Only that it could be as unpredictable as a lightning bolt and infinitely quiet after it arrived.
On the other hand, he knew everything about how violent and pointless it could be to die. That much he really did know. He was only a couple of weeks out of the police academy when the sight of his first murder victim had been burned permanently onto Carl's retina. A small, slight woman who had been strangled by her husband and ended up lying on the floor with dull eyes and an expression that had left Carl feeling sick for weeks afterward.
Since then, scores of cases had followed. Each morning he had prepared himself to face it all. The bloody clothes, the waxen faces, the frozen photos. Every day he'd listened to people's lies and excuses. Every day a crime in a new guise, gradually making less and less of an impact on him.
Twenty-five years on the police force and ten in the homicide division had hardened him. That's how things had gone until the day when a murder case pierced his armor.
They had sent him and Anker and Hardy out to a decrepit barracks on a worn, dirt road where a corpse was waiting to tell its own unique story.
As so often before, it had been the stench that prompted a neighbor to react. The victim was just a recluse who had lain down peacefully in his own filth and exhaled his last alcoholic fumes. Or so they thought, until they discovered the nail from a nail gun lodged halfway in his skull.
That was the reason the homicide division had been called in. On that particular day it was Carl's team's turn to respond, which was OK with him and his two assistants, even though Carl griped as usual about being overworked and how the other teams were slacking off.
But who could have known how fateful this call would turn out to be? Or that only five minutes would pass from the time they entered the room with the reeking corpse until Anker lay on the floor in a pool of blood, Hardy had taken his last steps, and the fire inside Carl had been extinguished-the flame that was absolutely essential for a detective in the homicide division of the Copenhagen Police.
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