Nemesis

51

Sans Souci

Harry looked at the photograph, at the warm, white smile, the powerful jaws and the steel-blue eyes. Tom Waaler. Then he pushed the picture across the desk.

'Take your time,' he said. 'And look carefully.'

Roy Kvinsvik seemed nervous. Harry leaned back in his office chair and looked around him. Halvorsen had hung up an Advent calendar on the wall over the filing cabinet. Christmas Day. Harry almost had the whole floor to himself. That was the best thing about holidays. He doubted he would hear Kvinsvik speaking in tongues as he had when he found him in the front row in the Philadelphian church, but you lived in hope.

Kvinsvik cleared his throat and Harry sat up straight.

Outside the window snowflakes gently fluttered down onto the empty streets.