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Authors: Tina Lindegaard
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slowly folds up his handkerchief.
"Coffee?"
Marc shakes his head as his eyes scan the room before returning to Nathan.
"Nice."
Nathan clearly feels how he is being watched and feels increasingly uneasy.
"I was somewhat surprised by your text message.”
Marc nods, waiting for Nathan to continue.
"I understand that you have followed her before, and there’s no doubt that…"
Nathan puts his handkerchief in his breast pocket.
"…it’s the same Evy we’re talking about?”
Marc opens his tan suede jacket. Nathan twitches a little when he realizes that he’s alone in the office with him. Marc gives a crooked smile.
"Don’t worry. I’m not armed."
He gets more comfortable before opening the worn leather bag he had thrown on the floor next to the chair as he sat down.
"Let’s answer your question."
He puts a blue plastic folder on his knee and throws the bag back on the floor. Nathan admires the way he handles all the papers in the folder while trying to figure out how old he is.
"The case was open for many years."
He gathers the papers and gets up. He puts a picture in front of Nathan of a blonde girl in a floral dress standing in a playground.
"Is that her?"
He puts another picture in front of Nathan. This one shows two girls sitting in a very special swing with bars. Bright red and yellow colors are the first things that Nathan notices in the picture. Another picture. In this one, the two girls are sitting on the steps in front of a house that is painted yellow and has white window and doorframes. And finally, a picture of a woman with the two girls. Nathan stares at him. He is met by Marc’s calm eyes that don’t look away.
"Is that her?"
Nathan can’t speak.
"Oh, perhaps you recognize her better here."
Marc hands him a picture of Evy in her early teens.
"It’s probably easier to recognize her in this one if you have met her as an adult."
Nathan nods silently, examining every detail in the pictures in front of him.
"In these pictures they are probably around ten."
He points to the first pictures he put on the table.
"And in this one, hmm, if I remember correctly… I can look it up if you want. But I think she’s around 26 today, so in this picture I guess she’s around 20, maybe a little younger. But I can look in my notes for dates and ages if you want."
He stops.
"There she is."
Nathan interrupts him.
"Why do you have these? Who was your client?"
"Do you recognize the woman?"
Marc points to the woman between the two children. Nathan looks again, and then shakes his head. He picks up the pictures of the children and feels a stab to the heart. He lets out a deep sigh and falls back in the chair.
"But you recognize the kids?"
"The blonde one. And that’s her?"
He nods at the picture of an almost grown-up Evy. Marc turns around and brings his plastic file over to Nathan’s desk.
"Yes, that’s the Evy you asked me to investigate."
He puts away the file and Nathan can see more pictures sticking out. Marc pulls his chair closer to the desk, and then he sits down, watching Nathan. Another picture is placed in front of Nathan. It’s as if all air has been pushed from his lungs, and he holds the pictures close to his chest. Marc presses his lips together.
"Yes, I thought this might be unpleasant for you. Denize was a beautiful woman. You met her late in life, didn’t you? Did you ever do a background check on her?"
Nathan shakes his head.
"No, well, that shouldn’t have been necessary. In fact it wasn’t. But someone else did. Or rather paid me to."
"I see that you recognize yourself and Denize in the car in front of the house with the two girls sitting on the steps."
"We had agreed not to have any children."
Marc nods.
"She couldn’t have any more children. There were complications when she had Evy."
The sound and the intensity of Nathan’s gasp surprises Marc and he pulls away a little.
"Denize was alone with Evy."
Marc stares into space thoughtfully.
"I
"Coffee?"
Marc shakes his head as his eyes scan the room before returning to Nathan.
"Nice."
Nathan clearly feels how he is being watched and feels increasingly uneasy.
"I was somewhat surprised by your text message.”
Marc nods, waiting for Nathan to continue.
"I understand that you have followed her before, and there’s no doubt that…"
Nathan puts his handkerchief in his breast pocket.
"…it’s the same Evy we’re talking about?”
Marc opens his tan suede jacket. Nathan twitches a little when he realizes that he’s alone in the office with him. Marc gives a crooked smile.
"Don’t worry. I’m not armed."
He gets more comfortable before opening the worn leather bag he had thrown on the floor next to the chair as he sat down.
"Let’s answer your question."
He puts a blue plastic folder on his knee and throws the bag back on the floor. Nathan admires the way he handles all the papers in the folder while trying to figure out how old he is.
"The case was open for many years."
He gathers the papers and gets up. He puts a picture in front of Nathan of a blonde girl in a floral dress standing in a playground.
"Is that her?"
He puts another picture in front of Nathan. This one shows two girls sitting in a very special swing with bars. Bright red and yellow colors are the first things that Nathan notices in the picture. Another picture. In this one, the two girls are sitting on the steps in front of a house that is painted yellow and has white window and doorframes. And finally, a picture of a woman with the two girls. Nathan stares at him. He is met by Marc’s calm eyes that don’t look away.
"Is that her?"
Nathan can’t speak.
"Oh, perhaps you recognize her better here."
Marc hands him a picture of Evy in her early teens.
"It’s probably easier to recognize her in this one if you have met her as an adult."
Nathan nods silently, examining every detail in the pictures in front of him.
"In these pictures they are probably around ten."
He points to the first pictures he put on the table.
"And in this one, hmm, if I remember correctly… I can look it up if you want. But I think she’s around 26 today, so in this picture I guess she’s around 20, maybe a little younger. But I can look in my notes for dates and ages if you want."
He stops.
"There she is."
Nathan interrupts him.
"Why do you have these? Who was your client?"
"Do you recognize the woman?"
Marc points to the woman between the two children. Nathan looks again, and then shakes his head. He picks up the pictures of the children and feels a stab to the heart. He lets out a deep sigh and falls back in the chair.
"But you recognize the kids?"
"The blonde one. And that’s her?"
He nods at the picture of an almost grown-up Evy. Marc turns around and brings his plastic file over to Nathan’s desk.
"Yes, that’s the Evy you asked me to investigate."
He puts away the file and Nathan can see more pictures sticking out. Marc pulls his chair closer to the desk, and then he sits down, watching Nathan. Another picture is placed in front of Nathan. It’s as if all air has been pushed from his lungs, and he holds the pictures close to his chest. Marc presses his lips together.
"Yes, I thought this might be unpleasant for you. Denize was a beautiful woman. You met her late in life, didn’t you? Did you ever do a background check on her?"
Nathan shakes his head.
"No, well, that shouldn’t have been necessary. In fact it wasn’t. But someone else did. Or rather paid me to."
"I see that you recognize yourself and Denize in the car in front of the house with the two girls sitting on the steps."
"We had agreed not to have any children."
Marc nods.
"She couldn’t have any more children. There were complications when she had Evy."
The sound and the intensity of Nathan’s gasp surprises Marc and he pulls away a little.
"Denize was alone with Evy."
Marc stares into space thoughtfully.
"I
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