Several times the question of who is going to sleep where, and how, has shot through her mind. Lisa doesn’t think there’s much chance of Kreuger letting them sleep in their own beds, but she has managed to repress the thought for the entire afternoon. But now that dusk is creeping around the house, nestling into the far corners of the garden, and the sky has taken on a dark blue tint, Lisa knows it is time for the second act. They have eaten; she has tidied everything away and put the plates in the dishwasher. Anouk is playing a game on the computer at the workstation. Kreuger is sitting on the edge of the sofa, watching TV, tensely leaning forward. He zaps until he gets to the seven-thirty news on RTL4. The news starts with Kreuger himself. Lisa catches fragments of the coverage from the kitchen and stands as close as she dares to the open door. ‘There is still no sign of the escaped psychiatric criminal Mick Kreuger . . .’ ‘If he doesn’t take his medicine, he may become dangerous . . .’ ‘It is believed a man was killed by Kreuger in the course of his escape . . .’ ‘Kreuger was sent to a psychiatric prison two years ago for the murder of . . .’ Lisa rushes back to the worktop and tries to marshal her thoughts.
