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on my screen. He was panting and desperately knocking on the walls of, what appeared to be, a small box that he was in. He was crying and screaming desperately, pleading into the camera for help.
I gasped.
"What is it?" Morten asked.
"I think you better come over here."
16
February 2014
" W HAT'S GOING ON?"
Morten stormed into the kitchen a few minutes after we’d hung up. I was still looking at the screen on my computer, trying hard to calm myself and my desperately beating heart down.
"I…it's…It looks like a guy is trapped in a box somewhere," I said. "Why? Why would anyone send a video like this?"
"Let me see," Morten said.
I pulled away so he could better see. "Please tell me what the heck is going on here, Morten. Who is doing these things? The two women, the head in the box and now this? Tell me you have a suspect. Something."
Morten exhaled, tired. "I'm sorry. We don't have anything yet." He looked at the screen where the man was knocking on the roof of the box while screaming for help.
"Who is he?" I asked.
"I don't know. This is awful. We can't even tell if the guy is alive or if the video is old."
"It's a live feed," I said.
Morten looked at me. "It's happening right now?"
"Yes. That man is in that box right now. And see the clock in the corner?"
"It's counting down?"
"My guess is that is how long the guy has left before he runs out of air," I said. "The killer attached some documents from NASA as well as some about how much Oxygen a person needs at rest in an airtight space. At first I didn't understand them, but then I saw the small clock in the corner of the live stream and then I understood."
"So he has less than two hours left?" Morten asked.
"Guess so."
Morten pulled his hair. "And we have no idea what the killer wants, do we?"
"None whatsoever. There are no demands in this e-mail and, as I said, I can't even reply to it to ask what it is he wants."
"Have you looked through all of the attachments?" Morten asked.
"I have. But it makes no sense. It's mostly newspaper clippings about a place on the island that is about to close, then there are statistics about young people with psychiatric diseases…I…I really don't get it."
"Let me have a look at it," Morten said, and opened the attachments. He looked at the numbers and scrolled through the reports.
"It's a lot, right? I mean, we can't sit here and read all this while the guy is running out of air. We need to do something."
"But the answer has to be in these documents, somehow," Morten said. "Wasn't that what the letter said? You had to connect the dots to win?"
"Yes, but…What if he is just a maniac and none of it makes any sense? Then we're going to be too late," I said. "The poor guy will die."
"What is this place that the articles are talking about?" Morten asked, and started reading.
"It's this place called Hummelgaarden. It's an institution for young kids with psychiatric problems," I said.
"And it's closing? Why?"
"Apparently, because the city can't afford to run it, but some of the articles say it's because the neighbors don't want it. They say it devalues their houses and make them afraid in case one of the youngsters runs loose and attacks one of the neighbors or their children. But, officially, it's because there’s no money." I paused and looked at Morten. "I think you're right."
"What are you saying?"
"Maybe the killer wants something after all," I said.
"Like what?"
"He wants us to stop the closing of Hummelgaarden. Don't you see? All these statistics show how many young people with mental diseases there are who commit crimes…and then this place that tries to help them is being closed. I think he wants us to save the place."
"A killer with a noble motive? It sounds a little out there."
"I know. It does. I mean, he killed two women to get our attention about this, why would he do such a thing? Unless…"
"Unless there was a message in it," Morten said. "One was a social worker, the other a young
I gasped.
"What is it?" Morten asked.
"I think you better come over here."
16
February 2014
" W HAT'S GOING ON?"
Morten stormed into the kitchen a few minutes after we’d hung up. I was still looking at the screen on my computer, trying hard to calm myself and my desperately beating heart down.
"I…it's…It looks like a guy is trapped in a box somewhere," I said. "Why? Why would anyone send a video like this?"
"Let me see," Morten said.
I pulled away so he could better see. "Please tell me what the heck is going on here, Morten. Who is doing these things? The two women, the head in the box and now this? Tell me you have a suspect. Something."
Morten exhaled, tired. "I'm sorry. We don't have anything yet." He looked at the screen where the man was knocking on the roof of the box while screaming for help.
"Who is he?" I asked.
"I don't know. This is awful. We can't even tell if the guy is alive or if the video is old."
"It's a live feed," I said.
Morten looked at me. "It's happening right now?"
"Yes. That man is in that box right now. And see the clock in the corner?"
"It's counting down?"
"My guess is that is how long the guy has left before he runs out of air," I said. "The killer attached some documents from NASA as well as some about how much Oxygen a person needs at rest in an airtight space. At first I didn't understand them, but then I saw the small clock in the corner of the live stream and then I understood."
"So he has less than two hours left?" Morten asked.
"Guess so."
Morten pulled his hair. "And we have no idea what the killer wants, do we?"
"None whatsoever. There are no demands in this e-mail and, as I said, I can't even reply to it to ask what it is he wants."
"Have you looked through all of the attachments?" Morten asked.
"I have. But it makes no sense. It's mostly newspaper clippings about a place on the island that is about to close, then there are statistics about young people with psychiatric diseases…I…I really don't get it."
"Let me have a look at it," Morten said, and opened the attachments. He looked at the numbers and scrolled through the reports.
"It's a lot, right? I mean, we can't sit here and read all this while the guy is running out of air. We need to do something."
"But the answer has to be in these documents, somehow," Morten said. "Wasn't that what the letter said? You had to connect the dots to win?"
"Yes, but…What if he is just a maniac and none of it makes any sense? Then we're going to be too late," I said. "The poor guy will die."
"What is this place that the articles are talking about?" Morten asked, and started reading.
"It's this place called Hummelgaarden. It's an institution for young kids with psychiatric problems," I said.
"And it's closing? Why?"
"Apparently, because the city can't afford to run it, but some of the articles say it's because the neighbors don't want it. They say it devalues their houses and make them afraid in case one of the youngsters runs loose and attacks one of the neighbors or their children. But, officially, it's because there’s no money." I paused and looked at Morten. "I think you're right."
"What are you saying?"
"Maybe the killer wants something after all," I said.
"Like what?"
"He wants us to stop the closing of Hummelgaarden. Don't you see? All these statistics show how many young people with mental diseases there are who commit crimes…and then this place that tries to help them is being closed. I think he wants us to save the place."
"A killer with a noble motive? It sounds a little out there."
"I know. It does. I mean, he killed two women to get our attention about this, why would he do such a thing? Unless…"
"Unless there was a message in it," Morten said. "One was a social worker, the other a young
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