The Dinosaur Feather

Troels had to go straight from his dad’s deathbed to casualty!’ She chuckled briefly.
    ‘And that night you humiliated him. The very thing guaranteed to push him over the edge.’
    ‘Stop it, Karen.’ Anna got up and went to the window. ‘And now what?’ she whispered. ‘He wants to be friends with meagain? Because ten years have passed? Because he has lost the urge to beat me up?’
    ‘We’ve all changed, Anna.’
    Anna went to the lavatory. When she came back, Karen had put on a CD of Danish music from the eighties and was singing along to it.
    ‘Did someone called Birgit manage to get hold of you?’ she said, halfway through a verse.
    ‘No.’ Anna froze. ‘When did she call?’
    ‘At five o’clock. Birgit Helland. I got her number and I gave her your mobile number.’
    Anna hurried to her jacket. Her mobile showed one message. Birgit had called just after five and left a message: ‘
I need to speak to you. It’s important. Nanna and I are going to our cottage tomorrow afternoon. Please could we meet before? Tonight, preferably. I’m begging you. Please call me. I can pick you up. Thanks
.’
    Anna went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face. Then she applied a little make-up and cleaned her teeth. Before she left the bathroom, she called Mrs Helland. They spoke for less than a minute. Mrs Helland would leave her house now and pick Anna up on the corner of Jagtvejen and Borups Allé in twenty minutes. Anna checked her watch. It was almost eleven. Then she went to the living room and asked casually: ‘You’re sleeping over, aren’t you?’
    Karen turned and smiled. ‘I told you, you’re not getting rid of me that easily. Hey, where are you off to?’ She whistled softly.
    ‘I’ve got to do something.’ Anna couldn’t help smiling. ‘I have to go to Birgit Helland’s house. She wants to talk to me.She’s coming to pick me up. I’ll be back in a few hours.’ Anna looked at her watch. ‘But if I don’t. If I’m not here when you wake up tomorrow morning,’ Anna swallowed, ‘then you’re to ring Superintendent Søren Marhauge and raise the alarm, okay?’ Anna gave Karen a note with Søren’s mobile number.
    ‘What do you mean? What could possibly happen?’ Karen stared at Anna.
    ‘Nothing,’ Anna said, lightly. She went to the hall and Karen followed her. Anna put on her army jacket, checked the battery level on her mobile and opened the cupboard in the hall where she kept her toolbox. She stuffed two cable ties and a small, sharp screwdriver into her pocket.
    ‘What do you need those for?’ Karen wanted to know. Anna grabbed her shoulders and looked firmly into her eyes.
    ‘Karen. Don’t worry about me. God help anyone who tries to hurt me.’ She smiled. ‘I’m merely taking precautions because I’m a paranoid bitch who doesn’t want to end up six foot under.’ She kissed Karen’s cheek.
    ‘See you soon,’ she said and before Karen could respond, Anna had closed the door.
    It was snowing lightly outside, but the tarmac was wet and dark. She waited on the corner, in the doorway of a bicycle shop. A girl’s bicycle was on display. Pink with a basket. There was a strawberry on the basket.
    A horn beeped.
    Mrs Helland pulled over, leaned across and opened the passenger door. Anna got in. Mrs Helland looked exhausted.
    ‘Hi, Anna,’ she said, weakly. Anna put on her seatbelt.
    ‘Is it all right if we drive back to my place? It’s so cold. Idon’t really want to sit in the car or go somewhere there are other people. It’s been a long day.’ She smiled faintly.
    Anna nodded.
    ‘Thanks for coming to Lars’s funeral.’ Mrs Helland focused on driving.
    ‘Not at all.’
    ‘No, I don’t take it for granted. I appreciate it. I understand why you didn’t come to the wake. I was close to not showing up myself.’ She laughed a brittle laugh.
    ‘I had to be somewhere else.’
    ‘It’s quite all right.’ They drove on in silence.
    ‘Where’s your daughter tonight?’ Mrs Helland asked, looking at Anna.
    ‘At home,’ Anna replied, trying to sound calm. ‘My friend Karen is with her.’
    Why the hell did Birgit Helland want to know that?
    When they pulled up in front of the villa, it was almost half past midnight. The road was deserted, but the cars parked on either side indicated that the houses weren’t. The light was on and Birgit must have put another log on the fire before picking Anna up, because it was roaring merrily when they