Call Me Princess by Sara Blædel Read Free Book Online Page B

spent some time visiting her sister in France, and for the last several weeks before she returned to work she’d done a few different things—including a fourteen-day yoga-and-meditation retreat in Vrå. When she returned to work, she got in the habit of starting her day with a jog past the Little Mermaid Statue along the Langelinie Promenade, losing about fifteen pounds. Her body, which had been in good shape before, was now fit and muscular in her short-sleeved T-shirt and short skirt, which stopped just above her knee.
    Louise had always had a great deal of respect for her chief investigator, and when Louise heard about the yoga retreat, her already admirable opinion of Henny increased. She mostly thought of Heilmann as fairly reserved and a hard worker. Louise found that the image of Heilmann sitting in the lotus position meditating, with her middle finger and thumb together, gave her boss a whole new dimension.
    “Where did Bjergholdt write from?” Louise asked.
    “From an Internet café on H. C. Ørstedsvej,” Heilmann responded.
    Lars had gotten up and was standing in the middle of the office. “Bullshit!” He angrily slammed his right fist into the palm of his left hand.
    “But if he wrote to her from that location every day for the last month, then there’s a reasonably good chance some of the other regulars or whatever you call them could recognize him or positively ID him,” Louise suggested.
    “He actually wrote from multiple locations,” Heilmann said. “We traced most of the e-mails Susanne received from Bjergholdt’s e-mail account back to IP addresses that belong to that café, which has about twenty computers. But we also found an IP address that matches a computer at Frederiksberg Library and another one from the Central Library.”
    “He really went out of his way to make himself hard to track down,” Louise exclaimed, watching her I’m-sure-someone-will-recognize-him theory crash and burn.
    “You can say that again,” Heilmann nodded. “We’ve got to get a solid description, and then you have to go find out if anyone at any of those locations noticed him.”
    Louise said that Susanne was having a session with Jakobsen, so they would have to wait a bit before they took her to look at pictures.
    Heilmann, who was leaning against the door, stumbled forward when Senior Sergeant Willumsen suddenly pushed the door open.
    “We need ten people out in Nykøbing Sjaelland. You guys are coming. We’re leaving in half an hour.”
    “That’s going to be difficult,” Heilmann said coolly.
    “We located the suspect in the murder of that immigrant woman that people thought would remain cold,” he continued, ignoring her.
    “That’s nice,” Heilmann said calmly. “We’re busy getting a description of the perp in a rape case, so you’ll have to take people from one of the other groups.”
    There were five investigative groups in the homicide division, so in principle there were plenty of people to choose from, but it just wasn’t in Willumsen’s nature to inconvenience himself by bothering to find out who had time to help out on a case. He took whoever was closest.
    “Your case will just have to wait,” he said, looking at his watch. “Make sure you’re ready. Our guy left town and is at a summer house out by Rørvig right now. There’s no telling how long he’ll be there.”
    “I don’t have anyone to put on that.” Heilmann spoke calmly, but Louise could see her temper starting to flare below the serene surface. Willumsen gladly took advantage of Heilmann’s lack of authority: his rank was higher than hers.
    “Since you don’t even know who you’re looking for, it’s not like he’s going anywhere,” Willumsen said. The senior sergeant turned on his heel and started to leave.
    “On the other hand, since you know exactly where your guy is, you could just get the police in Nykøbing to go pick him up,” Heilmann called after him, “and then search the house at your