Burned

Chapter 5

Heading back to his desk, Henning expects the worst. Heidi Kjus appears not to have noticed him, and yet she twirls around on her chair to face him the instant he gets there. She stands up, smiles her brightest Colgate smile and holds out her hand.

‘Hi, Henning.’

Business. Courtesy. False smiles. He decides to play along. He shakes her hand.

‘Hi, Heidi.’

‘Good to have you back.’

‘It’s good to be back.’

‘That’s — eh, that’s good.’

Henning studies her. As always, her eyes radiate earnestness. She is ambitious for herself and for others. He prepares for the speech she has undoubtedly rehearsed:

Henning, you were my boss once. Times have changed. I’m your boss now. And I expect that you blahblahblah.

He is taken aback when it fails to materialise. Instead she surprises him for the second time.

‘I was sorry to hear about — to hear about what happened. I just want to say that if there’s anything you need, if you need more time off, just let me know. Okay?’

Her voice is warm like a rock face on a sunny afternoon. He thanks her for her concern, but for the first time in a long time, he feels an urge to get stuck in.

‘So Iver is going to the press conference?’ he says.

‘Yes, he worked late last night, so he’ll be going straight there.’

‘Who’s Iver?’

Heidi looks at him as if he has just suggested that the earth really is flat.

‘Is this a joke?’

He shakes his head.

‘Iver Gundersen? You don’t know who Iver Gundersen is?’

‘No.’

Heidi suppresses the urge to laugh out loud. She controls herself as if she has just realised that she is talking to a child.

‘We hired Iver from VG Nett last summer.’

‘Aha?’

‘He delivered big stories for them and he has continued to do that here. I know that TV2 are desperate to get him, but so far Iver has been loyal to us.’

‘I see. So you pay him well.’

Heidi looks at him as if he has sworn in church.

‘Eh, that’s not my area, but — ’

Henning nods and pretends to listen to the arguments which follow. He has heard them before. Loyalty. A concept that has worn thin in journalism. If he were being charitable, he might be able to name two reporters he would describe as loyal. The rest are careerists, ready to jump ship every time a fatter pay package is offered, or they are so useless that they couldn’t get a job anywhere else. When a relatively undistinguished VG Nett reporter is poached by a rival on-line publication, and later declines an offer from TV2, it’s bound to be about the money. It’s always about the money.

He registers Heidi expressing the hope that he and Iver will get along. Henning nods and says ‘mm’. He is good at saying ‘mm’.

‘You’ll get to meet each other at the press conference and then you can decide who will be doing what on this story. It’s a frenzied murder.’

‘What happened?’

‘My source tells me the victim was found inside a tent, half buried and stoned to death. I imagine the police have all sorts of theories. It’s obvious to consider foreign cultures.’

Henning nods, but he doesn’t like obvious thoughts.

‘Keep me informed about what you do, please?’ she says. He nods again and looks at the notebook on his desk, still in its wrapper. Brusquely, he rips off the wrapper and tries one of the four pens lying next to it. It doesn’t work. He tries the other three.

Damn.