Chapter 7 7

When she woke up, she felt dizzy.Must have had a bad dream.Her throat is swollen and it hurts to swallow.The heater was out and the kerosene was out.She reached for her boots, which were freezing cold, and a cold chill rose from them and ran through her legs.She put on a warm coat. She drew the edge of the curtains and looked out. The other farmhouses looked quiet and empty.On the way out, she grabbed an apple and opened the front door.It wasn't raining anymore, but the sky was still gray, and it seemed odd that light could penetrate it. The small vegetable garden was tidy and tidy for the winter, and the Johansen family had been following the advice in the gardening book carefully, chopping down any dead vegetation, composting it within the wooden fence, and composting it in the garden. Fir branches were planted around, assuming their delicate sample plants would hide here during the winter months.

Are you looking for someone? Startled, she immediately turned her head to see who was speaking.A man stands on the other side of the fence, at a point not visible from the window.In his hand he held several chopped branches. Ouch!You startled me so much! The man was eyeing her suspiciously, and she couldn't point the finger at him, since the Ericsdale Park area was known to be frequented by drug dealers. Curt and Birgit asked me to look after the farmhouse for a few weeks while they were in the Canaries. She walked up to the man while reaching out to the side of the fence.Talking about the Canary Islands like this is talking too much, isn't it?But the words had already been spoken, and it was too late to take them back.

My name is Monica, and I'm Bijit's niece. The man introduced himself while shaking her hand: Yuno.Uno Hjelm.Sorry to bother you, but we're running an Overwatch program, and there are quite a few strange characters in this area. I know.So they asked me to show up here once in a while, just to keep an eye out. The man nodded.She felt that her lie was going very well. To the Canary Islands, huh?That's another story.Didn't hear them mention that last week. It is not surprising to say that. It was a whim, and someone quoted a very cheap price to them. He looks at the sky.

Well, we can only hope they have better weather there.It's not such a bad idea, go get some sunshine. i agree with you He seemed to be dreaming about traveling, so she took a chance and moved on. I'm going for a walk now, I'll be back later. please.Our men may still be here, but I'm going to leave later.I just thought I should come and see this place. She nodded, and walked down the path to the small entrance.She just hoped Kert and Bijit wouldn't be around while she was at Statoil's garage. Mr. Yelm would be confused if they appeared. She walked as fast as she could.The label on the sleeping bag said: This sleeping bag will protect you from freezing in minus fifteen degrees, but she woke up feeling cold after a nap like that.Wish there were a few aspirins for a sore throat, maybe a few could be snagged at the Salvation Amy youth hostel.

She was nearly at Statoil's garage when the rain started again.Drying wet clothes was a miserable exercise, and she almost had to run to get under the roof for the last short distance.She thought to herself, it would be great if there was an umbrella on the return trip!A press release from that afternoon was posted outside the garage entrance.She flicked through the press releases as she passed.One of them was yellow and the text was printed in two lines. Victim of the Ritual Murder at the Grand Hotel Police arrest mysterious woman She stops and takes a closer look. There is a photo below the title.The face that appeared no doubt

It's Jorgen.Granburg.