The Snowman ( PDFDrive )

‘We didn’t get that far before he died.’
‘Why didn’t you tell me any of this when I came here the first time?’
‘Isn’t it obvious? I don’t know anything that may be of value to the police, so why should I
interfere? Don’t forget, I have a brand to attend to, and that is my name. This label is in fact
Liberal’s only capital.’
‘I seem to remember you said the only capital was your personal integrity.’
Støp shrugged his shoulders with displeasure. ‘Integrity. Label. It’s the same thing.’
‘So if something looks like integrity, then it’s integrity?’
Støp stared at Harry, aloof. ‘That’s what sells Liberal. If people feel they’re given the truth, they’re
satisfied.’
‘Mm.’ Harry glanced at his watch. ‘And do you think I’m satisfied now?’
Arve Støp didn’t answer.
28
DAY 20.
Disease.
BJØRN H OLM DROVE H ARRY FROM A KER B RYGGE TO P OLICE HQ. The inspector
had put on his wet clothes, and the artificial leather squelched as he shifted position.
‘Delta raided her flat twenty minutes ago,’ Bjørn said. ‘She wasn’t there. They’ve left three guards
on the door.’
‘She won’t be back,’ Harry said.
In his office on the sixth floor Harry changed into the police uniform hanging on the coat stand; he
hadn’t worn it since Jack Halvorsen’s funeral. He scrutinised himself in the mirror. The jacket hung
off him.
Gunnar Hagen had been alerted and had come to the office at short notice. He sat behind his desk
listening to Harry’s debrief. It was so dramatic that he forgot to be irritated by the inspector’s
creased uniform.
‘The Snowman’s Katrine Bratt,’ Hagen repeated slowly, as if saying it aloud made it more
comprehensible.
Harry nodded.
‘And do you believe Støp?’