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  Jo Nesbø

  The Redbreast

  TRANSLATED

  FROM THE NORWEGIAN

  BY

  Don Bartlett

  Epigraph

  But little by little he gained courage, flew close to him, and drew with his little bill a thorn that had become embedded in the brow of the Crucified One. And as he did this there fell on his breast a drop of blood from the face of the Crucified One – it spread quickly and floated out and coloured all the little fine breast feathers.

  Then the Crucified One opened his lips and whispered to the bird: ‘Because of thy compassion, thou hast won all that thy kind have been striving after, ever since the world was created.’

  Selma Lagerlöf, Robin Redbreast,

  Christ Legends

  Contents

  Cover

  Title Page

  Epigraph

  Map

  Part One - EARTH TO EARTH

  1 - Toll Barrier at Alnabru. 1 November 1999.

  2 - Oslo. 5 October 1999.

  3 - Karl Johans Gate. 5 October 1999.

  4 - Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Viktoria Terrasse. 5 October 1999.

  5 - Palace Gardens. 5 October 1999.

  6 - Police HQ, Grønland. 9 October 1999.

  7 - Møller’s Office. 9 October 1999.

  8 - Toll Barrier at Alnabru. 1 November 1999.

  Part Two - GENESIS

  9 - 1942.

  10 - Leningrad. 31 December 1942.

  11 - Leningrad. 1 January 1943.

  12 - Leningrad. 2 January 1943.

  13 - Leningrad. 3 January 1943.

  14 - Ministry of Foreign Affairs. 4 November 1999.

  15 - Sanksthanshaugen. 4 November 1999.

  16 - Radisson SAS, Holbergs Plass. 5 November 1999.

  17 - Police HQ. 5 November 1999.

  18 - Palace Gardens. 10 November 1999.

  19 - Herbert’s Pizza, Youngstorget. 12 November 1999.

  20 - Herbert’s Pizza. 15 November 1999.

  21 - Leningrad. 17 January 1944.

  22 - Doctor Buer’s Surgery. 22 December 1999.

  Part Three - URIAH

  23 - Rudolf II Hospital, Vienna. 7 June 1944.

  24 - Bislett. New Year’s Eve 1999.

  25 - Rudolf II Hospital, Vienna. 8 June 1944.

  26 - POT, Police HQ. 21 February 2000.

  27 - Linz. 9 June 1944.

  28 - Siljan, Telemark. 22 February 2000.

  29 - Rudolf II Hospital, Vienna. 23 June 1944.

  30 - Police HQ. 24 February 2000.

  31 - The Lang Family’s Summer Residence, Vienna. 25 June 1944.

  32 - Johannesburg. 28 February 2000.

  33 - Lainz Zoo, Vienna. 27 June 1944.

  34 - Vienna. 28 June 1944.

  Part Four - PURGATORY

  35 - Container Port, Bjørvika. 29 February 2000.

  36 - Irisveien. 1 March 2000

  37 - First Floor, Continental Hotel. 1 March 2000.

  38 - Focus Fitness Centre, Ila. 2 March 2000.

  39 - Gentlemen’s Outfitter, Hegdehaugsveien. 2 March 2000.

  40 - Holmenkollen. 3 March 2000.

  41 - Vibes Gate, Majorstuen. 3 March 2000.

  42 - POT. 3 March 2000.

  43 - Focus Gym. 3 March 2000.

  44 - Harry’s Office. 6 March 2000.

  45 - Sogn. 6 March 2000.

  46 - Drammen. 7 March 2000.

  47 - Ellen’s Office. 7 March 2000.

  48 - Café Ryktet, Grensen. 7 March 2000.

  49 - Gimle Cinema, Bygdøy Allé. 7 March 2000.

  50 - Oslo. 11 March 2000.

  51 - Hamburg. 30 June 1944.

  Part Five - SEVEN DAYS

  52 - Jens Bjelkes Gate. 12 March 2000.

  53 - Jens Bjelkes Gate. 13 March 2000.

  54 - Jens Bjelkes Gate. 14 March 2000.

  55 - Jens Bjelkes Gate. 15 March 2000.

  56 - Jens Bjelkes Gate. 16 March 2000.

  57 - Jens Bjelkes Gate. 17 March 2000.

  58 - Jens Bjelkes Gate. 18 March 2000.

  Part Six - BATHSHEBA

  59 - Møller’s Office. 25 April 2000.

  60 - Ministry of Foreign Affairs. 27 April 2000.

  61 - Police HQ. 27 April 2000.

  62 - POT. 2 May 2000.

  63 - Krokliveien, Bjerke. 2 May 2000.

  64 - Krokliveien. 2 May 2000.

  65 - Schrøder’s. 2 May 2000.

  66 - Dinner. 5 May 2000.

  67 - Halvorsen’s Flat. 6 May 2000.

  68 - Vibes Gate. 8 May 2000.

  69 - Irisveien. 8 May 2000.

  70 - Brandhaug’s House, Nordberg. 8 May 2000.

  71 - Fredrikstad to Halden. 9 May 2000.

  72 - Nordberg and the Continental Hotel. 9 May 2000.

  73 - Klippan, Sweden. 10 May 2000.

  Part Seven - BLACK CLOAK

  74 - Rikshospital. 10 May 2000.

  75 - Møller’s Office. 11 May 2000.

  76 - Irisveien. 11 May 2000.

  77 - Harry’s Old Office. 11 May 2000.

  78 - Irisveien. 11 May 2000.

  79 - Police HQ. 11 May 2000.

  80 - Parkveien, Uranienborg. 11 May 2000.

  81 - Herbert’s Pizza. 11 May 2000.

  82 - Holmenkollen. 11 May 2000.

  83 - Harry’s Flat. 11 May 2000.

  84 - Akershus Fortress. 12 May 2000.

  Part Eight - THE REVELATION

  85 - Vienna. 14 May 2000.

  86 - Palace Gardens. 14 May 2000.

  87 - Vienna. 14 May 2000.

  88 - Thereses Gate. 15 May 2000.

  89 - Grønlandsleiret. 16 May 2000.

  90 - Police HQ. 16 May 2000.

  91 - Irisveien, Oslo. 16 May 2000.

  92 - Holmenkollveien. 16 May 2000.

  93 - Holmenkollveien. 17 May 2000.

  Part Nine - JUDGMENT DAY

  94 - Oslo. 17 May 2000.

  95 - Oslo. 17 May 2000.

  96 - Oslo. 17 May 2000.

  97 - Oslo. 17 May 2000.

  98 - Oslo. 17 May 2000.

  99 - Oslo. 16 October 1999.

  100 - Oslo. 15 November 1999.

  101 - Oslo. 17 May 2000.

  102 - Oslo. 16 May 2000.

  103 - Oslo. 17 May 2000.

  104 - Radisson SAS. 17 May 2000.

  Part Ten - THE RESURRECTION

  105 - Ullevål Hospital. 19 May 2000.

  106 - Police HQ. 19 May 2000.

  107 - Schrøder’s. 2 June 2000.

  About the Author

  Also by Jo Nesbø

  Copyright

  About the Publisher

  Map

  Part One

  EARTH TO EARTH

  1

  Toll Barrier at Alnabru. 1 November 1999.

  A GREY BIRD GLIDED IN AND OUT OF HARRY’S FIELD OF vision. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. Slow time. Somebody had been talking about ‘slow time’ on TV yesterday. This was slow time. Like on Christmas Eve before Father Christmas came. Or sitting in the electric chair before the current was turned on.

  He drummed harder.

  They were parked in the open area behind the ticket booths at the toll gate. Ellen turned up the radio a notch. The commentator spoke with reverence and solemnity.

  ‘The plane landed fifty minutes ago, and at exactly 6.38 a.m. the President set foot on Norwegian soil. He was welcomed by the Mayor of Ullensaker. It is a wonderful autumn day here in Oslo: a splendid Norwegian backdrop to this summit meeting. Let us hear again what the President said at the press conference half an hour ago.’

  It was the third time. Again Harry saw the screaming press corps thronging against the barrier. The men in grey suits on the other side, who made only a half-hearted attempt not to look like Secret
Service agents, hunched their shoulders and then relaxed them as they scanned the crowd, checked for the twelfth time that their earpieces were correctly positioned, scanned the crowd, dwelled for a few seconds on a photographer whose telephoto lens was a little too long, continued scanning, checked for the thirteenth time that their earpieces were in position. Someone welcomed the President in English, everything went quiet. Then a scratching noise in a microphone.

  ‘First, let me say I’m delighted to be here . . .’ the President said for the fourth time in husky, broad American-English.

  ‘I read that a well-known American psychologist thinks the President has an MPD,’ Ellen said.

  ‘MPD?’

  ‘Multiple Personality Disorder. Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. The psychologist thought his normal personality was not aware that the other one, the sex beast, was having relations with all these women. And that was why a Court of Impeachment couldn’t accuse him of having lied under oath about it.’

  ‘Jesus,’ Harry said, looking up at the helicopter hovering high above them.

  On the radio, someone speaking with a Norwegian accent asked, ‘Mr President, this is the fourth visit to Norway by a sitting US President. How does it feel?’

  Pause.

  ‘It’s really nice to be back here. And I see it as even more important that the leaders of the state of Israel and of the Palestinian people can meet here. The key to —’

  ‘Can you remember anything from your previous visit to Norway, Mr President?’

  ‘Yes, of course. In today’s talks I hope that we can —’

  ‘What significance have Oslo and Norway had for world peace, Mr President?’

  ‘Norway has played an important role.’

  A voice without a Norwegian accent: ‘What concrete results does the President consider to be realistic?’

  The recording was cut and someone from the studio took over.

  ‘We heard there the President saying that Norway has had a crucial role in ...er, the Middle Eastern peace process. Right now the President is on his way to —’

  Harry groaned and switched off the radio. ‘What is it with this country, Ellen?’

  She shrugged her shoulders.

  ‘Passed Post 27,’ the walkie-talkie on the dashboard crackled.

  He looked at her.

  ‘Everyone ready at their posts?’ he asked. She nodded.

  ‘Here we go,’ he said. She rolled her eyes. It was the fifth time he had said that since the procession set off from Gardemoen Airport. From where they were parked they could see the empty motorway stretch out from the toll barrier up towards Trosterud and Furuset. The blue light on the roof rotated sluggishly. Harry rolled down the car window to stick out his hand and remove a withered yellow leaf caught under the windscreen wiper.

  ‘A robin redbreast,’ Ellen said, pointing. ‘Rare to see one so late in autumn.’

  ‘Where?’

  ‘There. On the roof of the toll booth.’

  Harry lowered his head and peered through the windscreen.

  ‘Oh yes. So that’s a robin redbreast?’

  ‘Yep. But you probably can’t tell the difference between that and a redwing, I imagine?’

  ‘Right.’ Harry shaded his eyes. Was he becoming short-sighted?

  ‘It’s a rare bird, the redbreast,’ Ellen said, screwing the top back on the thermos.

  ‘Is that a fact?’ Harry said.

  ‘Ninety per cent of them migrate south. A few take the risk, as it were, and stay here.’

  ‘As it were?’

  Another crackle on the radio: ‘Post 62 to HQ. There’s an unmarked car parked by the road two hundred metres before the turn-off for Lørenskog.’

  A deep voice with a Bergen accent answered from HQ: ‘One moment, 62. We’ll look into it.’

  Silence.

  ‘Did you check the toilets?’ Harry asked, nodding towards the Esso station.

  ‘Yes, the petrol station has been cleared of all customers and employees. Everyone except the boss. We’ve locked him in his office.’

  ‘Toll booths as well?’

  ‘Done. Relax, Harry, all the checks have been done. Yes, the ones that stay do so in the hope that it will be a mild winter, right? That may be OK, but if they’re wrong, they die. So why not head south, just in case, you might be wondering. Are they just lazy, the birds that stay?’

  Harry looked in the mirror and saw the guards on either side of the railway bridge. Dressed in black with helmets and MP5 machine guns hanging around their necks. Even from where he was he could see the tension in their body language.

  ‘The point is that if it’s a mild winter, they can choose the best nesting places before the others return,’ Ellen said, while trying to stuff the thermos into the already full glove compartment. ‘It’s a calculated risk, you see. You’re either laughing all over your face or you’re in deep, deep shit. Whether to take the risk or not. If you take the gamble, you may fall off the twig frozen stiff one night and not thaw out till spring. Bottle it and you might not have anywhere to nest when you return. These are, as it were, the eternal dilemmas you’re confronted with.’

  ‘You’ve got body armour on, haven’t you?’ Harry twisted round to check. ‘Have you or haven’t you?’

  She tapped her chest with her knuckles by way of reply.

  ‘Lightweight?’

  She nodded.

  ‘For fuck’s sake, Ellen! I gave the order for ballistic vests to be worn. Not those Mickey Mouse vests.’

  ‘Do you know what the Secret Service guys use?’

  ‘Let me guess. Lightweight vests?’

  ‘That’s right.’

  ‘Do you know what I don’t give a shit about?’

  ‘Let me guess. The Secret Service?’

  ‘That’s right.’

  She laughed. Harry managed a smile too. There was a crackle from the radio.

  ‘HQ to post 62. The Secret Service say it’s their car parked on the turn-off to Lørenskog.’

  ‘Post 62. Message received.’

  ‘You see,’ Harry said, banging the steering wheel in irritation, ‘no communication. The Secret Service people do their own thing. What’s that car doing up there without our knowledge? Eh?’

  ‘Checking that we’re doing our job,’ Ellen said.

  ‘According to the instructions they gave us.’

  ‘You’ll be allowed to make some decisions, so stop grumbling,’ she said. ‘And stop that drumming on the wheel.’

  Harry’s hands obediently leapt into his lap. She smiled. He let out one long stream of air: ‘Yeah, yeah, yeah.’

  His fingers found the butt of his service revolver, a .38 calibre Smith & Wesson, six shots. In his belt he had two additional magazines, each holding six shots. He patted the revolver, knowing that, strictly speaking, he wasn’t actually authorised to carry a weapon. Perhaps he really was becoming short-sighted; after the forty-hour course last winter he had failed the shooting test. Although that was not so unusual, it was the first time it had happened to Harry and he didn’t like it at all. All he had to do was take the test again – many had to take it four or five times – but for one reason or another Harry continued to put it off.

  More crackling noises: ‘Passed point 28.’

  ‘One more point to go in the Romerike police district,’ Harry said. ‘The next one is Karihaugen and then it’s us.’

  ‘Why can’t they do it how we used to? Just say where the motorcade is instead of all these stupid numbers,’ Ellen asked in a grumbling tone.

  ‘Guess.’

  They answered in unison: ‘The Secret Service!’ And laughed.

  ‘Passed point 29.’

  He looked at his watch.

  ‘OK, they’ll be here in three minutes. I’ll change the frequency on the walkie-talkie to Oslo police district. Run the final checks.’

  Ellen closed her eyes to concentrate on the positive checks that came back one after the other. She put the microphone back into position. ‘
Everything in place and ready.’

  ‘Thanks. Put your helmet on.’

  ‘Eh? Honestly, Harry.’

  ‘You heard what I said.’

  ‘Put your helmet on yourself!’

  ‘Mine’s too small.’

  A new voice. ‘Passed point 1.’

  ‘Oh shit, sometimes you’re just so . . . unprofessional.’ Ellen pulled the helmet over her head, fastened the chin strap and made faces in the driving mirror.

  ‘Love you too,’ said Harry, studying the road in front of them through binoculars. ‘I can see them.’