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smiled and handed him the laptop. “That’s a promise.”
    It didn’t take Sune long to find the autopsy reports of the two murders.
He opened the files and showed it to me. Starting with Didrik Rosenfeldt’s. It
made me sick to my stomach. I was about to vomit when I saw the pictures of
Didrik Rosenfeldt’s body. The housekeeper had been right in her description. It
did look like a wild beast had ripped his body apart. It didn’t look like
something a human being would be capable of doing. The body was almost
unrecognizable. Only the red hair revealed it was Didrik Rosenfeldt.
    I studied the pictures for awhile and Sune helped me, even though I
could tell his stomach had a hard time too. It took us a little longer than it
probably should have, but finally we looked at each other.
    “Look at the cuts,” I said and pointed at Didrik Rosenfeldt’s chest.
    ”It looks exactly like …” Sune said but stopped.
    “I know. Like the ones on Irene Hansen’s chest. Except these seem
deeper.”
    “Exactly.”
    ”What does that mean?”
    Sune shook his head. ”I don’t know. Could it be the same guy, maybe? The
same one who dressed up like Freddy Krueger and mutilated her body?”
    “That sounds possible. But why? As far as her story goes they were all
very good friends on that boat.”
    “I know.”
    ”Let’s look at Henrik Holch’s file.” I noted on a piece of paper the
cause of Didrik Rosenfeldt’s death was described in his file as death by
stabbing.
    With a few clicks Sune found the other file.
    ”This one is not much better,” he said before opening it.
    I nodded. I  figured that.
    The pictures on the screen were awful. But it didn’t look like Didrik
Rosenfeldt’s or the cuts on Irene Hansen. That disappointed me. Maybe the
police were right after all. Maybe there was no other connection between the
two killings than the fact that they went to the same school. Could that really
be a coincidence? I didn’t believe it one bit. The killer had just changed his
pattern. His modus operandi, as the police called it. Maybe he had a reason for
doing it. I asked Sune to let me read the rest of the file and he found it for
me.
    Apparently the killer had cut off Henrik Holch’s private parts,
castrated him so to speak. And then he had left him tied up to a chair,
bleeding to death.
    I leaned back in the chair. What a way to leave this world. But why did
the killer choose that exact way of killing Henrik Holch? Why not just rip his
body like Didrik Rosenfeldt? Did he have a reason? I scrolled in the file and
found my answer.
    “Bingo,” I said.
    “What?” Sune looked at me.
    “He was a pedophile.”
    “How do you know?”
    I pointed at a line on the screen.
    “He was killed while watching child porn on his flat-screen TV.”
    Sune looked impressed.
    “So you think the killer chose a different way of killing Henrik Holch
because he was into having sex with children? “
    “Yes.”
    “Like a punishment?”
    “Something like that.”
    “So the first one was a bastard treating people poorly, having several
affairs and just being a real prick all of his life, while the second one was a
disgusting pedophile. Both of them had been involved in the rape of Irene
Hansen.”
    “Exactly.”
    ”So someone is actually doing the world a favor?”
    “You can put it like that, yes.”
    I paused before continuing. “The question is, which asshole will be
next?”

 
     
     
     
     
     
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    In my mind, Irene Hansen could definitely be a suspect. She had the best
motive for killing these guys, eliminating them one by one as revenge. But
somehow I couldn’t really see that skinny quiet woman being able to take down
these men all by herself. Maybe she wasn’t alone? She had a husband. Maybe he
could have helped her. It was certainly a possibility.
    My plan now was to find the rest of the men in the picture. To my
surprise, headquarters loved my story about Didrik Rosenfeldt and wanted to run
it in the