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clothes?”
    I exhaled and forced a smile as the couple approached us. I had spoken to them over the phone and arranged for them to meet us there for the interview.
    “I know, baby. I know you do most of the work, especially lately, since you haven’t had so many assignments. I know you do. And I appreciate it. I truly do. I’m sorry.”
    I looked at him. Our eyes locked.
    “Okay then,” he said and smiled. “All I’m asking is to be allowed to have some fun now and then.”
    “Got it.”
    “Now, let’s shoot this baby, so I can get back to Jeppe.”
    Sune jumped out of the car while I looked at him.
    Get back to Jeppe?
    I couldn’t help feeling that pinch of jealousy again. The guy had been in our lives for two days now, and already Sune was more excited about hanging out with him than me. I mean, of course he was allowed to have friends. I could hardly be angry about that.
    I shook the feeling and exited the car. The couple building the sand house approached me and we shook hands.
    “Rebekka Franck, Zeeland Times . This is my photographer, Sune. If you don’t mind, he’ll be shooting pictures while we speak. So, you’re building a house of sand? How on earth did you come up with that idea?”
     

21
    “ Y OUR ONE o’clock is here, Doctor”
    “Let him in,” the voice sounded from the intercom.
    “You can go in now. It’s through that door,” the secretary said.
    The man rose to his feet and walked to the door. He paused as he laid his hand on the handle and pulled it down.
    “Welcome,” the therapist’s voice said as he entered.
    They shook hands.
    “I’m Dr. Korner. Please sit down.”
    The man did as he was told and sat on the couch. He put his backpack on the floor.
    “So, have you ever seen a therapist before?” Dr. Korner asked.
    The man repressed a smile. “You could say that.”
    “And what does that mean?”
    “I saw one…in my childhood.”
    Dr. Korner noted that in his notepad. “I see. So, you’re familiar with how this works, then?”
    “Believe me. I know how this works.”
    “Good. Good.” The therapist ran a hand through his white hair. It had become thinner over the years. The eyes were the same. Only now they were hidden behind thick glasses.
    “I take it you wonder about the way I look. That’s okay. Most people do. I usually talk to them about it on their first visit here. Yes, I am an albino. It affects my vision, and I have to be careful when being in the sun. Other than that, I’m perfectly normal. Now, that’s about all I will be talking about myself in this room. Let’s hear more about you, Alexander. What brings you to my office?”
    The man stared at the therapist. He could feel the baton in his pocket, pressing against his leg. He had left the uniform at home today, and only brought the toys.
    “It’s okay. Take your time. Deciding to see a therapist is a big thing. Opening up and telling your story to a stranger can be hard.”
    “Oh, I don’t mind telling my story; the problem is, you already know it,” the man said.
    Doctor Korner looked at the man, puzzled. “I’m not sure I quite understand…Have you been here before?”
    “No.”
    “Then, what do you mean? You know what?” the therapist said. “We’ve gotten off to a bad start. Let’s try from the beginning again. Why have you come here to see me?”
    The man smiled again, then pulled out the gun and pointed it at the therapist.
    “I have come here to kill you.”
    Dr. Korner gasped and jumped up from the chair. He opened his mouth, trying to scream, but the man moved quickly and grabbed him. He pressed a pair of rolled up socks into his mouth so he couldn’t scream. Then, he placed a piece of duct tape over his mouth to keep it in. The therapist screamed, but nothing but muffled sounds came out. He struggled to get out of the man’s grip, but had no success. The man pulled away his glasses and stared into the therapist’s eyes.
    “Take a good look at me. You’ve seen these eyes