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Authors: Jonas Saul
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dressed and headed out for a walk. It was time to scout areas of Skanderborg for a random girl to kill.
Refusing to turn on his computer for fear of it being taken over in front of him, he left all electronics at home. Today was a scouting day. He would deal with the hacker tonight.
The sun warmed his back as he walked toward the center of Skanderborg. The smell of Kvickly’s bakery wafted out to him as he walked by the store. People were headed to work. Others were shopping. Mothers pushed strollers and left some outside stores as they browsed inside. Life went on in small-town Denmark while Anton searched for someone to kill in order to save his daughter’s life.
By the time he crossed Asylgade Street and started past the Løvbjerg grocery store, he turned around and headed back the way he had come.
This was ridiculous. There was no way he could grab a human being off the street and murder them. The thought angered him. To be in such a position was maddening. Damned if he did, damned if he didn’t.
To him, Clara’s life meant more than any stranger’s life. That was an easy deduction. But who would he kill? And in that final moment, just as he was about to do the deed, would he be able to go through with it? If not, criminal charges of kidnapping, or even attempted murder, could be leveled against him.
It had to be all the way, or nothing. Get Clara free and turn himself in. The police would probably be waiting for him when he got home anyway. What was to stop Damien from talking?
He passed an old neighbor. Gunter smiled and waved. Anton waved back, but kept his head down. He passed the Bog & Idé store. Books and Ideas. A large orange sign in their window announced they were having a “Slut Spurt.” Even though it translated to “Final Sale” in English, many foreigners snickered at the choice of words.
At the Kvickly again, instead of heading home, he turned left and followed Banegårdsvej, which led to the train station. The internal conflict and frustration with the situation he found himself in didn’t allow him to go home yet. There was nothing to do there but brood alone. Clara was gone. The house was silent, empty, with only the computer to keep him company, and he didn’t want to turn the damn thing on.
Uninterrupted all the way up Banegårdsvej, he made it to the train station, where he entered the 7-11 convenience store attached to the station and bought a coffee. The clerk was friendly but Anton wasn’t in the mood. Even with a nice car like the Tesla, he still rode the train to Aarhus frequently. People recognized him here. He was a friendly face.
An idea began to form. In one respect, people familiar with him here was a good thing. When a girl went missing from the train station, no one would suspect him. He worked for the government. He used the trains often.
He stepped outside the 7-11 and stood out in the sun on the platform, sipping his coffee. He would do it right here. A girl coming home from Aarhus. A girl traveling to Skanderborg from Copenhagen. Traveling by herself.
Anton would come each day and buy a ticket and wait for the train. He would do it at least twice a day until he saw the right opportunity, the right girl. Then he would pounce. In order to do that, he would need a few things first. Chloroform. A rental car. He could never use his own. He would follow his victim into the downstairs tunnel walkway under Jernbanevej, the 445. As she exited the walkway, Anton would jump on her, wrestle her to the ground, apply chloroform.
Once she was packed in his rental car trunk, he could easily drive her to his home, enter the garage, and in privacy take her to the spare room where everything would be prepared for her to die.
Save Clara. That was how he needed to look at this. Save Clara at all costs.
His new mantra: Save Clara.
He had to forget about himself, his life. Everything he did had to be for his daughter.
Refusing to turn on his computer for fear of it being taken over in front of him, he left all electronics at home. Today was a scouting day. He would deal with the hacker tonight.
The sun warmed his back as he walked toward the center of Skanderborg. The smell of Kvickly’s bakery wafted out to him as he walked by the store. People were headed to work. Others were shopping. Mothers pushed strollers and left some outside stores as they browsed inside. Life went on in small-town Denmark while Anton searched for someone to kill in order to save his daughter’s life.
By the time he crossed Asylgade Street and started past the Løvbjerg grocery store, he turned around and headed back the way he had come.
This was ridiculous. There was no way he could grab a human being off the street and murder them. The thought angered him. To be in such a position was maddening. Damned if he did, damned if he didn’t.
To him, Clara’s life meant more than any stranger’s life. That was an easy deduction. But who would he kill? And in that final moment, just as he was about to do the deed, would he be able to go through with it? If not, criminal charges of kidnapping, or even attempted murder, could be leveled against him.
It had to be all the way, or nothing. Get Clara free and turn himself in. The police would probably be waiting for him when he got home anyway. What was to stop Damien from talking?
He passed an old neighbor. Gunter smiled and waved. Anton waved back, but kept his head down. He passed the Bog & Idé store. Books and Ideas. A large orange sign in their window announced they were having a “Slut Spurt.” Even though it translated to “Final Sale” in English, many foreigners snickered at the choice of words.
At the Kvickly again, instead of heading home, he turned left and followed Banegårdsvej, which led to the train station. The internal conflict and frustration with the situation he found himself in didn’t allow him to go home yet. There was nothing to do there but brood alone. Clara was gone. The house was silent, empty, with only the computer to keep him company, and he didn’t want to turn the damn thing on.
Uninterrupted all the way up Banegårdsvej, he made it to the train station, where he entered the 7-11 convenience store attached to the station and bought a coffee. The clerk was friendly but Anton wasn’t in the mood. Even with a nice car like the Tesla, he still rode the train to Aarhus frequently. People recognized him here. He was a friendly face.
An idea began to form. In one respect, people familiar with him here was a good thing. When a girl went missing from the train station, no one would suspect him. He worked for the government. He used the trains often.
He stepped outside the 7-11 and stood out in the sun on the platform, sipping his coffee. He would do it right here. A girl coming home from Aarhus. A girl traveling to Skanderborg from Copenhagen. Traveling by herself.
Anton would come each day and buy a ticket and wait for the train. He would do it at least twice a day until he saw the right opportunity, the right girl. Then he would pounce. In order to do that, he would need a few things first. Chloroform. A rental car. He could never use his own. He would follow his victim into the downstairs tunnel walkway under Jernbanevej, the 445. As she exited the walkway, Anton would jump on her, wrestle her to the ground, apply chloroform.
Once she was packed in his rental car trunk, he could easily drive her to his home, enter the garage, and in privacy take her to the spare room where everything would be prepared for her to die.
Save Clara. That was how he needed to look at this. Save Clara at all costs.
His new mantra: Save Clara.
He had to forget about himself, his life. Everything he did had to be for his daughter.
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