The Snowman ( PDFDrive )

‘And what about you?’ said Katrine, who had not moved.
‘Me?’
‘You didn’t tell us if you think Støp is bluffing.’
‘Well,’ Harry smiled, ‘he’s definitely not telling the whole truth.’
The other three looked at him.
‘He said he didn’t remember what he and Vetlesen had been talking about during their last
telephone conversation.’
‘And?’
‘If you found out that a man you’d been talking to the day before was a wanted serial killer who’d
just committed suicide, wouldn’t you have instantly remembered the conversation, gone over it in
great detail, asking yourself if you should have picked up anything?’
Katrine nodded slowly.
‘The other thing I’m wondering’, Harry said, ‘is why the Snowman would contact me to tell me to
look for him. And when I get close, as he should have anticipated, why does he become desperate
and try to make it look as if Vetlesen was the Snowman?’
‘Perhaps that was the idea the whole time,’ Katrine said. ‘Perhaps he had a motive for pointing the
finger at Vetlesen, some unsettled score between them. He led you that way right from the word
go.’
‘Or perhaps that was how he was going to beat you,’ Holm suggested. ‘To force you to make
mistakes. And then quietly enjoy the victory.’
‘Come on,’ Skarre snorted. ‘You’re making this sound as if it’s something personal between the
Snowman and Harry Hole.’
The other three eyed the detective in silence.
Skarre frowned. ‘Is it?’
Harry took his jacket from the coat stand. ‘Katrine, I want you to visit Borghild again. Say that
we’ve got a warrant entitling us to look at patients’ medical records. I’ll take the rap if it comes.
Then see what you can dig up on Arve Støp. Anything else before I leg it?’
‘This woman in Tveita,’ Holm said. ‘Camilla Lossius. She’s still missing.’
‘You go and take a look, Holm.’
‘What are you going to do?’ Skarre asked.
Harry gave a thin smile. ‘Learn to play poker.’
Standing outside Tresko’s flat on the sixth floor of the only block of flats in Frogner plass, Harry