The Snowman ( PDFDrive )

‘What?’
‘Insiders’ joke. You said something about someone submitting tests?’
‘Yes. I’m keen to know about all the DNA tests submitted by a particular institution. Starting from
twelve years back. And who they were for.’
‘I see. Which institution?’
‘Marienlyst Clinic.’
‘Marienlyst Clinic? Are you sure?’
‘Why?’
She shrugged. ‘In paternity cases it’s usually a court or a solicitor who submits the request. Or
individuals directly.’
‘These aren’t paternity suits but tests to establish possible family links because of the danger of
hereditary medical conditions.’
‘Aha,’ Gerda said. ‘Then we’ve got them on the database.’
‘Is that something you can check on the spot?’
‘Depends on whether you’ve got the time to wait ’ Gerda looked at her watch, ‘for thirty seconds.’
Harry nodded.
Gerda tapped away on the keyboard as she dictated to herself. ‘M-a-r-i-e-n-l-y-s-t C-l-i-n-i-c.’
She leaned back in her chair and let the machine work.
‘Terrible autumn weather we’re having, isn’t it.’ she said.
‘Yes, it is,’ Harry answered, miles away, listening to the whirring of the hard disk as if that could
reveal whether the answer was the one he was hoping for.
‘The darkness can get to you,’ she said. ‘Hope snow is on its way soon. Then it’ll brighten up at
least.’
‘Mm,’ Harry said.
The whirring stopped.
‘There you go,’ she said, looking at the screen.
Harry took a deep breath.
‘Yes, Marienlyst Clinic has been a client here. But not for quite some time.’
Harry tried to think back. When was it Idar Vetlesen had finished there?