They parked illegally outside a beauty salon and found the name Bjørk on the third floor of an apartment house. They rang the bell and waited. No answer. A woman came out of a door farther down the hall, clattering a trash can and a long-handled broom. "He went to the shop," she said. "Or at least he left with some empty bottles in a shopping bag. He shops at Rundingen, right next door." They thanked her and went back outside. In their car they settled down to wait. Rundingen was a little grocery shop with pink-and-yellow sale signs in the windows, making it hard to see inside. People came and went, mostly women. Not until Skarre had smoked a cigarette with the window open and his arm hanging out did a man come out alone, wearing a thick checked lumber jacket and sneakers. Through the open window they could hear a clinking sound from his bag. He was very tall and muscular, but he lost a good deal of his height by walking with his head bent, his fierce gaze fixed on the sidewalk. He didn't notice their car.
