Call Me Princess by Sara Blædel Read Free Book Online

a look at your apartment. It’ll be easier for us to get a sense of what happened once we’ve seen where it took place. Is that okay with you?”
    Susanne nodded and found her keys in the pocket of her jacket.
    In the car, Louise asked where she and Jesper Bjergholdt had had dinner on Monday night.
    “We were supposed to meet at seven o’clock in Tivoli Gardens, but I don’t know what the restaurant was called. It was right next to Plaenen, the open-air stage there.”
    Louise was going to suggest that they take a drive over there after they had looked at some pictures to try to come up with a better description of the perpetrator, but stopped herself. The priority now was for Susanne to talk to Jakobsen.
    Lars, who had come with them in the same car, waited while Louise escorted Susanne up to the psychologist’s office, and when she came back down they drove out to the Valby neighborhood in southwest Copenhagen, to Lyshøj Allé. Unfortunately, there hadn’t been fingerprints either on the bottle of red wine or on the two glasses that were still on the coffee table when the police had arrived at the apartment.
    “He was exceedingly aware of what he was doing,” Louise said as they walked up the stairs to the second floor.
    “I’m curious to see how long it will take for them to get the results back on the hairs they found on the bed.” Lars ran his hands through his own short hair as Louise unlocked the door to the apartment.
    “It might take a couple of weeks. Anyway, it’ll take that long for the semen samples Flemming thought he found on her back,” she said, looking around the front hall with curiosity as she shut the door behind them.
    The crime-scene investigators weren’t there right now, but were still keeping the apartment sealed. It would be another day or two before they were done. There was some technical equipment lying around, but otherwise the crime had left behind only an aura of emptiness.
    “He knew what he was going to do to her all along,” Lars said. “From the moment he packed his ‘rape case.’”
    That was the name Flemming Larsen had immediately given to the small black briefcase Susanne said she had seen Jesper Bjergholdt pulling gags and duct tape out of.
    “He had it under his arm when they met at Tivoli,” Louise added. “Hard to imagine anything more cynical or calculating than that.”
    They were standing in the living room of the one-bedroom apartment. Louise went over and opened the door to the small balcony. She stepped out, looking over the bustling transit hub on Toftegård Square.
    “He had Susanne undress herself,” Lars continued from the living room. He started getting into his reenactment, moving around the apartment as he described what had taken place. “He opened the wine, brought it in here, and set it on the table, but he got rid of his fingerprints. And Susanne was the one who poured it into the glasses. He was sickeningly aware of where he put his hands,” Lars said as Louise came back into the living room.
    Louise took a seat on the couch. There was a bookshelf that took up one whole wall. In the middle of it was an empty desktop where Susanne evidently usually kept her computer.
    “Do you need to see anything else?” Lars asked from out in the hallway. Since the crime-scene investigators were still working on securing the evidence, they had to make do with just a quick glance into the bedroom.
    Louise stood up. The apartment was quite girly, exactly as she had expected, without even the slightest masculine touch anywhere. The kitchen had a bunch of white porcelain canisters with floral designs on the labels and the words “flour,” “sugar,” and the like printed in a swooping typeface.
    She stood, looking around. There was something modest about the way Susanne had furnished the place. Nothing in the apartment came across as ostentatious in any way.
    She turned and walked back out into the front hall. “Nah. Let’s just go,” she