Louise ordered two beers in the hopes that maybe that would help them shake off the funereal mood a little, and as she took her first sip she realized she didn’t feel the least bit guilty about letting her partner hold the fort alone down on Valdemarsgade. At the morning briefing, Willumsen had made it clear that he didn’t think there was any reason to keep an eye on Miloš Vituk and the Czech girls anymore, but Suhr hadn’t agreed. So they had decided to continue the surveillance at least for the rest of the day. The only thing they’d noted so far was that Pavlína had brought a guest home with her—a young woman about the same age who had a bouquet of flowers that Louise figured were for Hana. Louise watched Camilla sip at the thick foam at the top of her beer. She was worried about Camilla, but not as much as she had been the first couple of days after the murder. Camilla’s chat with the crisis psychologist had apparently allowed her to acknowledge that some things were out of her control, even if she might have helped trigger them herself.
