He waited until Gunnarstranda had settled in before starting the car. ‘Something familiar about this situation, it strikes me,’ he said, shoving the car into gear. ‘Look straight ahead, you,’ Gunnarstranda said drily. ‘’The only positive thing you can say about the past is that it has gone. Hope you can learn that this is also true of women.’ They drove past the bus depot on Ibsenringen and turned towards the Palace Gardens and Frederiksgate as they came out of the tunnel. ‘On my way to work today,’ Frølich said, ‘the Metro had to stop in the tunnel. A man was standing on the rails.’ Gunnarstranda glanced over at him. ‘It is a long time,’ he said. ‘You’ve forgotten that we don’t necessarily have to talk.’ Frølich smiled faintly. ‘The man on the rails was an Indian, an elderly man, just wearing cotton clothes and early this morning it was bloody cold. It must have been several degrees below.’ ‘So he was freezing?’ ‘He didn’t move a muscle.
