Postcard killers

Chapter 82

The siblings remained cool and control ed, but their supercilious attitude had vanished. Dessie noted how they unconsciously leaned closer to each other as the questions suddenly got tougher. They were a very tight-knit team, weren't they?

Malcolm manufactured a laugh.

"Disguise? I don't understand…"

Dessie looked at Jacob. He was clenching his teeth. He was presumably having to strain every muscle to overcome the desire to smash the kil er's head in.

"The brown wig," Jacob said. "The cap, the sunglasses, the coat you wear 110 when you go around emptying your victims' accounts. The outfit you wore when you pawned Claudia's Omega watch? And that you were wearing when you pretended to kil Nienke and Peter?"

Malcolm held his arms out, a questioning expression on his face.

"What are you talking about?"

"And the eyedrops," Jacob said. "They weren't in your hotel room. So you must have hidden them in the same place as the disguise."

Malcolm looked over at his sister.

"Do you understand what he's talking about?"

"The recording from the Grand Hotel was good," Jacob went on, "but not good enough."

He turned to Sylvia.

"It's obvious that you were kissing thin air when you pretended to kiss their cheeks, and that you were faking a conversation. And you forgot about the shadow."

Sylvia shook her head, but her smile seemed far less certain now.

"Sorry," she said, "but where are you going with this? I'm completely lost."

"I'm tel ing you about your mistakes," Jacob said. "I'm talking about the shadow, the one formed when a dead body got in the way of the daylight coming through a window."

Sylvia's eyes had narrowed and turned quite dark and smal.

"This is harassment," she said.

"The statue from Mil esgarden," Dessie said. "The one clearly visible on the floor of the corridor when you opened the door to Peter and Nienke's room.

That's the shadow he's talking about."

"We want a lawyer," Sylvia said.