Devil's Touch Part 41

Fredericsson points down the street.

"You see that sign?"

The officer looks in the direction where he's pointing before looking back at Fredericsson.

"How do you know that?"

Fredericsson smiles and looks down at Evy.

"We meet again."

Evy looks away. Fredericsson looks at the paramedics.

"Does she need to go to the hospital?"

"She doesn't need to."

The officer interrupts eagerly. Fredericsson keeps looking at the paramedics.

"That's right. She doesn't have to, but she should go see her own doctor tomorrow."

Fredericsson looks at Evy.

"Will you go and see your doctor tomorrow, or do we need to drive by the hospital tonight?"

Evy opens her eyes wide, but then she spots Fredericsson's coffee.

"Is it warm?"

Fredericsson's laugh fills the playground.

"Yes, it's warm."

"It's cold down here."

"Yes, I'm sure it is."

He reaches his hand down to her and she lets him pull her up.

"Yes, your hand is cold."

He gives her the coffee and she quickly takes it with both hands before she tastes it. Then she looks up at him.

"But this is a girl's coffee. Sweet and tasting of vanilla."

Fredericsson makes a face, but then he smiles again.

"Well, I was introduced to it by a teenager, so..."

He turns to the officer.

"Send these people home."

He nods over at the fence.

"There's nothing more to see."

Fredericsson holds his hand out and shows Evy to his car. Then he turns to face the officer again.

"Search the playground thoroughly, so there's nothing left tomorrow when the kids come back."

He moves quickly and soon catches up with Evy. He opens the door for her.

"Don't forget the seatbelt."

She looks at him with surprise.

"The seatbelt! He just tried to kill me."

Fredericsson smiles.

"Just put it on. For me."

Evy shrugs and fastens her seatbelt when the door closes. They look at each other, then Fredericsson puts the key in the ignition and starts the car. He shakes his head and focuses on the traffic and they silently drive away. He stops the engine after he has pulled over to the sidewalk. Then he turns in his seat and looks directly at her. For a long time they are silent.

"Am I in trouble?"

Fredericsson's eye brows shoot up.

"The way you look right now?"

He slowly shakes his head.

"Self-defense. There's no sign of anything else."

She nods and opens the door, then she smiles and gets out.

"But you'll be even richer."

She stops.

"He was your father."

She slowly turns around and looks at him for a long time.

"Don't forget to close the door, Evy."

Chapter 33.

Evy shakes her coat and the snow falls down on the marble in lumps. She smiles at the doorman who smiles back and quickly walks over to meet her.

"You've received a letter."

His smile gets bigger.

"It's from Italy, from Tuscany. Doesn't that sound wonderful on a day like this?"

Evy stops and reaches out for the letter.

"Imagine sitting there with a gla.s.s of wine."

The doorman's eyes are far away and Evy takes the letter from his hand.

"Thank you."

She smiles again and walks over to the elevator. While she waits, she carefully opens the letter. The elevator doors open, but she doesn't enter.

"Is there something wrong?"

She doesn't notice the doorman's voice until he's standing next to her.

"Is there something wrong?"

He looks at her briefly and then down at the letter.

"A sculpture. And so big. Where are you going to put that?"

Evy looks up at him.

"Nowhere. Can you get me a plane ticket for Tuscany tonight?"

"Of course. I'll make the call right away."

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR.

Tina Lindegaard was born in 1963 when the world lost its innocence with the murder of John F. Kennedy, and when a song became the symbol of one man's dream that became the dream of thousands.

Tina Lindegaard was born in a provincial town in Denmark and spent her first 20 years in a small town where nature was never far away. She moved to Copenhagen, which is still her home. Her character is formed by the natural surroundings of her childhood, and a busy career that has not always been in tune with her upbringing. These contrasts have created a field of tension with lots of room for creativity, and formed a multi-faceted view of human nature.

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