The Snowman ( PDFDrive )

‘Could this be the person who is tailing you, Harry?’
Harry stared at the photo in astonishment. Then he nodded slowly and grabbed his phone. Katrine
Bratt answered after two seconds.
‘Get your coat and meet me down in the garage,’ Harry said. ‘We’re going for a drive.’
Harry drove along Uranienborgveien and Majorstuveien to avoid the traffic lights in Bogstadveien.
‘Was she really sure it was him?’ Katrine said. ‘The picture quality on surveillance cameras –’
‘Believe me,’ Harry said. ‘If Beate Lønn says it’s him, it’s him. Call directory enquiries and get his
home number.’
‘I saved it on my mobile,’ Katrine said, bringing it up.
‘Saved?’ Harry glanced at her. ‘Do you do that with everyone you encounter?’
‘Yep. Put them in a group. And then I delete the group when the case is over. You should try it. It’s
a wonderful feeling when you press delete. Really tangible.’
Harry stopped across from the yellow house in Hoff.
All the windows were dark.
‘Filip Becker,’ Katrine said. ‘Fancy that.’
‘Remember we’re just having a chat with him. He might have had quite understandable reasons for
ringing Vetlesen.’
‘From a payphone in Storo Mall?’
Harry eyed Katrine. The pulse in the thin skin on her neck was visibly throbbing. He looked away
and at the living-room window of the house.
‘Come on,’ he said. The moment he seized the car-door handle his mobile rang. ‘Yes?’
The voice at the other end sounded excited, but still reported in short, concise sentences. Harry
interrupted the stream with two Mms, a surprised What? and a When?.
Then, at last, the other end went quiet.
‘Call the Incident Room,’ Harry said. ‘Ask them to send the two nearest patrol cars to Hoffsveien.
No sirens and tell them to stop at each end of the residential block What? Because there’s a boy
inside and we don’t want to make Becker any more nervous than we have to. OK?’
Evidently it was OK.
‘That was Holm.’ Harry leaned in front of Katrine, opened the glove compartment, rummaged and
took out a pair of handcuffs. His people have found quite a few fingerprints on the car in the
Lossiuses’ garage. They checked them against the other prints we have in the case.’