A picture of Linnea Kaupang hung on the door. The word Missing was emblazoned above and underneath was a description of her, stating what she had been wearing and where she had last been seen. Wisting could not shake off the notion that he could have made a difference if only he had been on duty. If it hadn’t been for Audun Vetti. The little bell pealed above the door as the café fell silent and all the customers turned towards him. Wisting nodded to right and left as he walked to the bar. The pleasant atmosphere he was used to was missing. Suzanne smiled from behind the counter. ‘Lovely to see you. Do you want anything?’ ‘Coffee, please.’ ‘Sit down,’ she said, nodding towards his usual table. ‘I’ll bring it to you.’ Wisting hung his jacket over the back of the chair. Suzanne arrived with coffee and a slice of cake. He invited her to sit with him. ‘Still busy?’ he asked. ‘Not as many customers as usual, but how are things with you?’ ‘Line has arrived.’ ‘That’s nice,’ she said.
