A man, Brix thought, with secrets too. ‘Raben abandoned the chaplain’s car two kilometres from Hareskoven. He stole an old Volvo nearby. We picked him up around two in the morning. Kept watch.’ ‘Kept watch?’ Brix asked. ‘We were lucky to get sight of him. He’s tired. Desperate. Got his guard down. A good Jægerkorpset soldier would never—’ ‘He wasn’t Jægerkorpset though, was he?’ Brix asked gently and enjoyed the PET man’s discomfort. König had kept them in the dark from the start. Brix wanted to let him know this was over. ‘Close enough. He slept for three hours in a lay-by. Now he’s near Ryvangen Barracks, in a side street on a housing estate.’ ‘Bring him here when you pick him up.’ Ruth Hedeby stared at the plain grey desk and said nothing. ‘Raben’s the last one in the squad,’ König replied. ‘We know where he is. We know we can stop him doing any further harm.’ ‘Bring him in!’ Brix demanded.
