The Container.FOUR PEOPLE WERE IN THE CAR DRIVING THROUGH THE darkness and the snow between the high drifts.'Østgård is up here to the left,' Jon said from the back seat where he had his arm around Thea's cowed figure.Halvorsen turned off the main road. Harry observed the scattered farmhouses, lit up and flashing like lighthouses at the tops of hills or among clumps of trees.As Harry had said that Robert's flat was no longer a safe hideout, Jon had himself suggested Østgård. And insisted on Thea joining him.Halvorsen swung onto the drive between a white farmhouse and a red barn.'We'll have to ring the neighbour and ask him to clear away some snow with his tractor,' Jon said as they waded through the fresh snow towards the farmhouse.'Nothing doing,' Harry said. 'No one must know you're here. Not even the police.'Jon walked over to the house wall beside the steps, counted five boards and plunged his hand in the snow and under the boarding.'Here,' he said, holding up a key.It felt even colder indoors than outside, and the painted wooden walls seemed to have frozen into ice blocks, rendering their voices harsh.
