She was already drenched and on the point of giving up when Viljam opened the door. The heavy eyes and the creases on the pale cheeks showed what he had been doing since she left some hours earlier. – You’re home, she said as she held up the office keys. – Sorry if I woke you. Just wanted to hand these back. He blinked in the afternoon light. – Doesn’t matter. Come in. More coffee? She pulled off the soaking wet boots. – Don’t you have lectures or something to go to? He shrugged. In the kitchen he added: – Can’t take anything in anyway. Not getting much sleep these nights. Liss put the keys on the table. Decided to tell him about the patient who had appeared and then disappeared again. – He tore a page out of the diary? Viljam exclaimed. – The one with the appointments for the day Mailin went missing. – Have you told the police? She had called them. Still no one there who had anything to do with the case. She had left another message. – They’re doing nothing, she groaned.
