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Harry Hole Oslo Sequence 10 - Police

Harry Hole Oslo Sequence 10 - Police

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Autoren: Jo Nesbo
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that whatever it was meant to signify, it was unlikely to help them catch Valentin.
    Then Katrine had told them again about her feeling that someone else had been in the Evidence Room.
    ‘It must have been someone working there,’ Bjørn said. ‘But, well, OK, it is strange they didn’t switch on the light.’
    ‘The key would be easy to copy,’ Katrine said.
    ‘Perhaps they aren’t letters,’ Beate said. ‘Perhaps they’re numbers.’
    They turned to her. She was still staring at the computer.
    ‘Ones and zeros. Not i’s and o’s. Like a binary code. Don’t ones mean yes and zeros no, Katrine?’
    ‘I’m not a programmer,’ Katrine said. ‘But yes, that’s right. And one means on and zero means off.’
    ‘One means action, zero means do nothing,’ Beate said. ‘Do. Don’t. Do. Don’t. One. Zero. Row after row.’
    ‘Like petals on an ox-eye daisy,’ Bjørn said.
    They sat in silence; the computer fan was all that could be heard.
    ‘The matrix ends in a zero,’ Aune said. ‘Don’t.’
    ‘If he was finished,’ Beate said. ‘He had to get off at his stop.’
    ‘Sometimes serial killers just stop killing,’ Katrine said. ‘Disappear. Never to be seen again.’
    ‘That’s the exception,’ Beate said. ‘Zero or no zero. Who thinks the cop killer intends to stop? Ståle?’
    ‘Katrine’s right, that does happen, but I’m afraid this one will keep going.’
    Afraid, Katrine thought, close to blurting out what she was thinking, which was that she was afraid of the opposite, now that they were so close, that he would stop, disappear from view. That it was worth the risk. Yes, that in a worst-case scenario she would be willing to sacrifice one colleague to catch Valentin. It was a sick thought, but it was there anyway. Another police death was tolerable. Letting Valentin get away wasn’t. And she mouthed a silent incantation: one more time, you bastard. Strike one more time.
    Katrine’s mobile rang. She saw from the number it was the Pathology Unit.
    ‘Hi. We checked this chunk of chewing gum from the rape case.’
    ‘Yes?’ Katrine could feel her blood pumping round faster. To hell with all the little theories, this was hard evidence.
    ‘I’m afraid we can’t find any DNA.’
    ‘What?’ It was like someone dousing you with a bucket of ice-cold water. ‘But . . . but it has to be crammed with spit.’
    ‘That’s the way it goes sometimes, I’m afraid. Of course we could check it again, but with these police murders . . .’
    Katrine rang off. ‘They didn’t find anything in the chewing gum,’ she said in a low voice.
    Bjørn and Beate nodded. Katrine thought she detected a certain air of relief in Beate.
    There was a knock at the door.
    ‘Yes!’ Beate shouted.
    Katrine stared at the iron door, suddenly sure it was him.
    The tall blond man. He had changed his mind. He had come to save them all from this misery.
    The iron door opened. Katrine cursed. It was Gunnar Hagen. ‘How’s it going?’
    Beate stretched her arms above her head. ‘No Valentin on trams 11 or 12 this afternoon, and the questioning didn’t produce anything of interest. We’ve got officers on the tram this evening, but our hopes are higher for early tomorrow morning.’
    ‘I’ve been fielding queries from the Investigation Unit about the use of officers on the tram. They’re wondering what’s going on and if it has any connection with the police murders.’
    ‘Rumours spread quickly,’ Beate said.
    ‘Bit too quickly,’ Hagen said. ‘This is going to get to Bellman’s ears.’
    Katrine stared at the screen. Patterns. This was her strength, this was; it was how they had managed to trace the Snowman that time. So. One and zero. Two numbers in pairs. Ten maybe? A pair of numbers that go together several times. Several times. Several . . .
    ‘For this reason I’ll have to inform him about Valentin this evening.’
    ‘What does that mean for our group?’ Beate asked.
    ‘Valentin turning up on a tram isn’t our fault. It’s obvious we had to act. However, with that our group has completed its mission. It has established that Valentin is alive and given us a main suspect. And if we don’t catch him, there’s a chance he’ll turn up at the house in Berg. Now other officers will take over, folks.’
    ‘What about poly-ti?’ Katrine said.
    ‘I beg your pardon,’ Hagen answered in a soft voice.
    ‘Ståle says that you write what’s going on in your subconscious. Valentin has

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