CHAPTER 8
“Andreas Falkenborg!”
Konrad Simonsen’s deep voice commanded the attention of the listeners packed into his office. Pauline Berg thought that only now were her efforts of the day before validated. Arne Pedersen and the Countess were content to nod, Poul Troulsen did not react.
“Helicopter pilot, electrical engineer, presumed double murderer. That’s what we know about him at the moment, so the task for today is simple: we have to fill in his CV. Arne and Poul, you take his life here in Denmark, form groups and let them do the work. I’m especially interested in any links to Catherine Thomsen. Where did he meet her? What relationship did they have? Including the false evidence against her father, how and when he fabricated that. Also try to get a current photograph of him, and if you don’t find one, take one without him knowing. Tomorrow I’m putting a full surveillance team on him, maybe they can take a picture. If you leave HS, I want to know where you are.”
HS stands for Head square, and Konrad Simonsen normally avoided the abbreviation, which he found stilted and redundant, but right now he was too tired to care much for his language.
Pedersen nodded bleary-eyed. Troulsen raised a thumb in the air and asked at the same time, “So we have him under surveillance already?”
“Yes, more or less. We’re discreetly following what he’s doing, but not intensively.”
“Why isn’t he under intensive surveillance? He’s not a man who should be going around without supervision.”
“We’re in the process of freeing up resources. That will happen in the course of the day.”
With Troulsen satisfied, Simonsen continued.
“Countess, you get Greenland. Your primary focus is to delve into whether we can nail him to the murder of Maryann Nygaard in a way that will hold up in court. I also want to know whether he had contact with her in Denmark, or if they first met in Greenland. Use Trond Egede up there, he’s competent, but you are not allowed to ask the Americans officially. Not Thule Air Base or anywhere else, unless I specifically give instructions. And just like Arne and Poul, don’t go anywhere without my knowledge. Are you with me?”
The Countess agreed, and Simonsen turned towards Pauline Berg.
“What you accomplished yesterday was an outstanding piece of investigative work. Today you get the easier, but also the most important, assignments. First and foremost you will find out whether any witness in the Stevns case knew Andreas Falkenborg. There are a lot of them, but you will take all the people you need to help you. I would specifically like to know whether he was known by the Jehovah’s Witnesses. That would be a good way for him to approach Catherine Thomsen. Then I want you to review all the missing person cases in Denmark since 1968 that involve women in the age group fifteen to thirty-five. Get pictures and compare their appearance with Maryann Nygaard and Catherine Thomsen. If there is one that matches, compare that to the CV we are constructing on Falkenborg. Are you with me?”
Pauline Berg was happy. The most important assignments. She liked hearing that.
“It will be done.”
“The fact that the two women resembled each other may be a coincidence, but the similarity is so striking I believe it has signifi-cance. In any event, it’s our working hypothesis.”
“Agreed.”
“Good, and then one more thing-a press conference has been called at two o’clock. What do you say about going along with Arne?”
“But I’ve never done that.”
“It’s easy, you just avoid saying anything.”
Simonsen got up and went over to the window.
“All of you take note: you must not contact Falkenborg directly. At the moment I do not wish him to know that we have him in our sights. There is one last thing-Malte and the Countess have convinced me of the benefits of exchanging the bulletin board for the computer while we research our suspect’s life. Malte will make a website, password-protected obviously, and the idea is that we will gradually fill it out as information comes in. He has sent you all an email about how to participate, and you can log in and continuously monitor progress for yourselves, see how far we’ve come. As you know, I’m a bit of a diehard when it comes to the blessings of information technology, but in this case I want to give it a try.”
“It’s also the only correct way to do it.”
Pedersen’s comment earned him a bad-tempered glance from Simonsen, which his colleague simply sneered at. Simonsen concluded.
“Malte should be here now, so he’ll probably arrive in fifteen minutes. You should get going unless you have any questions?”
He paused and looked around the team.
“Which does not seem to be the case. Okay, great, have a good day. Pauline, you stay here, I have a couple of things I want to discuss with you.”
The men got up and left the office. Pauline Berg remained seated, unsure whether being asked to stay behind should be interpreted positively or negatively-an uncertainty that was quickly eliminated.
“How long was it between you learning the name Andreas Falkenborg and letting me in on it?”
She tried to wriggle out of answering the question.
“Well, it’s hard to say exactly.”
“Measured in hours and minutes, and without any evasions, please. I don’t have time for that.”
“Nine hours and a few minutes.”
“Yes, that fits very well with what I came up with myself.”
He stepped behind her and placed one hand on her shoulder.
“I really ought to lecture you, Pauline. Tell you about twenty colleagues of yours wasting time visiting old DYE-5 employees yesterday afternoon-which they didn’t do, however, because Arne is more responsible than you are. But I have neither the time nor the desire to hang you out to dry. I also spoke with the Countess yesterday, and she very rightly pointed out that personnel management and development interviews and that sort of thing are not my strong suit, so as an alternative I have chosen to give you a very quick introduction to-”
Just then Malte Borup came crashing into the office, out of breath and sweaty, with a laptop computer in one hand and a six-pack of Coke in the other. Konrad Simonsen sent him out again and continued his lecture, though a good deal faster and less forcefully than he had originally intended.
“Have you ever wondered why you were hired here in Homicide, and in particular why almost from the first day you were included among the few I consult the most? You don’t really think it was down to your intelligence and good looks, do you?”
Pauline Berg turned painfully red.
“I don’t know what to say.”
“It’s because you are young and ambitious. Your age gives you a perspective on things that the rest of us don’t always have, and ambition is a necessity in any career-otherwise you learn too slowly. When I was twenty-seven myself, I dreamed of solving a great mystery all alone. I thought I was unique in those thoughts, so I kept them to myself. Later I discovered that all my colleagues that age shared the same fantasy.”
“I’m that way too,” she admitted.
“Really? Well, things clearly haven’t changed much. Later I learned that it was acceptable to take personal initiatives if I was the only one who paid the price, and also if I reported back important results promptly-which is to say about two minutes after I achieved them. In the interests of truth I must regretfully admit that I learned that lesson the hard way. Once I sat on the name of a perpetrator for two days before my boss exposed me. And do you know what happened then?”
She shook her head.
“I got bawled out so badly the hair was almost blown off my head, so luckily for you it seems some things have changed. Pauline, look at me.”
She obeyed.
“Next time… and I am in no doubt that there will be a next time, because this talk does not change the fact that you were completely outstanding yesterday… next time inform me promptly. Are we in agreement?”