Postcard killers

Chapter 85

Jacob's hand was dry and warm, burning on her skin. She looked up and met his gaze.

"You must have loved her very much," Dessie said before she could stop herself.

He shut his eyes tightly and squeezed her hand. For a few moments she thought he was going to start crying. She felt terrible for making him suffer like this.

"Yes," he whispered, weaving his fingers through hers. "Yes, I did. It was just her and me…"

Dessie kept hold of his hand.

He stared out through the window, seemingly losing himself in his memories.

She looked at him and wondered what he was thinking.

"What happened to her mother?"

"Lucy? Yes, I've often wondered that, too."

He pul ed back his hand. The air in the restaurant suddenly felt cold on her skin.

He met her eyes and gave a little smile.

"I wasn't the one who leaked that stuff to the Dagens Eko," she said.

"I know that perfectly wel," he said, emptying his glass. "It was Evert Ridderwal."

She blinked.

"What makes you say that?"

"He'l change with the wind," Jacob said. "He doesn't have any principles, he just wants to avoid criticism. That leak was a test. He wanted to see what the media think of the Rudolphs."

His knee ended up between hers under the table.

Neither of them changed position.

"Did you hear who they want as their lawyer?" Dessie said, emptying her second glass of wine. "Andrea Friederichs."

"And?" Jacob said, fil ing her glass.

Dessie took a deep sip.

"She isn't an expert on criminal law. She's a copyright lawyer. Doesn't that seem a bit strange to you?"