The Dinosaur Feather

activity was traced to the corner of Schlegels Allé and Vesterbrogade, and the mobile was moving down Vesterbrogade towards the city centre. One minute and twenty seconds after sending the message, it was switched off. Søren hung up and very slowly ate five apples. It felt like they started fermenting in his stomach right away, something was certainly brewing. He called Anna’s number ten times, but got no reply. He stared out at the forest; the moon hung hugeand round over the ragged line of the treetops. He touched the window and could feel the cold through the glass like a faint electric current. Was he protecting Anna because he was in love with her? Was Henrik right? Had Anna killed Helland? Out of hate? Had she killed Johannes? But why? Had they been too quick to discount Professor Freeman? Had he sat in a church with a killer today and let him go? Was it Mrs Helland, was it obvious to everyone except him? And Dr Tybjerg. Where did he fit into the picture? And where was he? Dead? Or had he gone underground because he was guilty?
    Søren showered. As he stood, heavy and naked, on the cold bathroom floor, he suddenly felt that things were about to change. There were no more obstacles in his path. He got dressed and made coffee. He spent two hours making notes, drawing stick people on pieces of paper and moving them around on the floor. Then he lay down on the sofa and slept for a couple of hours. At eight o’clock he got up and made porridge. While it simmered, he splashed water on his face. He thought about Susanne Winther. The terror in her voice when she thought something might have happened to Magnus, her little son. He had loved his daughter just as much, though he had only seen her a few times while she was a baby, the size of a bean. What had Søren said the night Bo called from Thailand? Had his eyes widened and had he whispered: ‘Is Maja all right?’ No. He had screamed: ‘Pull yourself together, you fucking freak!’
    What was it Professor Moritzen had said?
    The very first time he called her.
    She had whispered: ‘Is Asger all right?’
    It was nine o’clock, it was Sunday and a huge weight fell from Søren’s shoulders; he had finally got his touch back.

CHAPTER 16
     
    When Anna got home, she climbed into bed next to Karen and slept like a log. In the morning she made pancakes and treated Lily to a bubble bath. Every time Karen passed her, Anna gave her a hug. Karen was overjoyed but confused.
    ‘What are you up to?’ she wanted to know.
    Anna smiled softly.
    ‘It’s just that . . .’ She shook her head.
    Karen asked if she could get Lily out of the bath, so Anna went into the living room. She had received another text message from Johannes’s mobile.
    Can we meet at my place?
it said.
    Anna replied:
No. The Natural History Museum. 3 p.m. Or I call the police
. Then she returned to the bathroom. Karen was sitting on the toilet seat with a towel in her lap. Lily was squealing with delight at a plastic Bambi bath toy with a Santa-Claus-style foam beard. Anna’s heart sank. She was about to make Karen very sad. Gently, she put her hand on Karen’s back.
    ‘I thought it might be a good idea to visit Cecilie,’ she suggested. Lily stood up among the bubbles and held up her arms.
    ‘Granny, Granny,’ she shouted. Karen turned around and gave Anna a baffled look.
    They walked through Assistens Cemetery. It took them nearly an hour. Lily was in her snowsuit and insisted on climbing everything. Anna and Karen wandered side by side, taking in the snow-covered landscape.
    They bought cakes filled with chopped pistachios and a bag of dry, sweet rolls from an Arab bakery in Nørrebrogade. Anna and Lily stopped outside every shop front and admired the displays. Anna pointed and said, ‘Look at that’ or ‘Isn’t that cute.’
    ‘Come on,’ Karen implored them, shivering. ‘Walking slowly isn’t going to get you out of it.’
    Anna sent her a look.
    Karen and Lily raced each other up the stairs. Anna followed. She heard joyous commotion when Cecilie opened the door.
    ‘Hunnybunny!’ Cecilie exclaimed. ‘Hi, Karen! How lovely to see you. Come here, sweetheart, let me give you a big hug. I’ve missed you so much.’
    When Anna reached Cecilie’s flat, Cecilie had lifted Lily up and was holding her tightly. She spotted Anna over Lily’s shoulder and paled.
    ‘Hi, Anna,’ she said, putting Lily down. Lily slipped into the flat with familiar ease.
    ‘Hi, Mum,’ Anna said, her