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It only took them a few minutes to get to the bus stop.Sibylla chose a seat by the window, holding a sheet in her hand that said Gunpher.A note with Stromberg's phone number, and maybe one day she'll decide to buy the house. She pocketed the note, and Patrick watched her eagerly. Did you find any clues? Not sure, probably not.She didn't say much about the killer.Soren had cancer, very serious, and had had major surgery about a year ago. Patrick nodded, rather disappointed. You should ask about the killer. That's easy for you to say. After a while, Patrick resumed studying the sheets, one of which he had written on the back.

what did you find there I copied some of his hospital records, which I found in a file in Gunpher's handbag. She was quite surprised.Did you go through her handbag? Of course, do you really want to find something? Worse anxieties suddenly crept into her mind. Hello!did you steal something yes!Of course, stacks of cash. She grimaced at him and reached for the papers.He snatched it back. Why do you put such a big burden on yourself? what are you saying? There is a wallet with many thousand yuan in it hanging around the neck, why live in the attic? That's my business. At first, she didn't care that he was angry again. He folded his arms on his chest and turned away in anger. It was only when the car drove into Southkoping that she admitted in her heart that she owed him an explanation.

That's my deposit. He turned to look at her. Then she told him all about the purse, about her dreams, about the house that would give her a new life, and about her mother's charity that stopped after her name was in the papers. He listened with great interest.When she finished speaking, he took out the few sheets of paper. here you are. He has been busy, busy copying the list of hospitalization and operation.She skipped the many unintelligible words and abbreviations, until she was suddenly attracted by an English word she had seen before: Neoral. Someone mentioned the word recently, or she read it.Patrick noticed her reaction.

What's wrong? She shook her head thoughtfully, pointing to the word. I'm not sure.Here, you see, it says Neoral, fifty milligrams.I can't remember why I recognize this word. Like some kind of medicine?Do you know what it does? No idea at all. I see, Fiddie's mom is a doctor, let me ask her. Smart, just ask Fitty's mom why patients take Neoral.She must be very used to teenagers asking her this kind of thing every day.Sybylla smiled at him and tried to take his hand.Good thing I didn't do that. Patrick! Um Thank you for all you do, thank you for your help. He seemed rather embarrassed.

oh!come less!I didn't help much, not yet! She smiled even wider. You really helped me a lot. She stayed that night in the attic of Patrick's apartment complex.He took her in, and she found a storage room that no one was using.She had been having trouble calming down, and it wasn't hunger that was keeping her awake, because Patrick had brought her a sandwich.She was overwhelmed with experiences, and she had to deal with them.Closing her eyes, thoughts and images kept flashing, and when she finally fell asleep, she had been thinking about it for hours. When she woke up Sunday morning, she knew why she knew the word Neoral.During her sleep, the mind sifts through its entire store of information and presents the most important items to her at this time.

Jordan.Grantbow, he had a little packet of pills, and he took a few after the meal.She sat up suddenly.This is of course important. Both victims took the same medicine. It can't be a coincidence, can it? She was wide awake and had to walk up and down.She walked impatiently out into the corridor and looked out of the only small window.It was bright outside, and she wondered: what time is it now?How long until Patrick arrives? She had to wait for hours, and while she waited, the lightening effect cleared her mind considerably.Once again, she was full of fighting spirit. She finally heard the heavy metal door open and Patrick called her name, and she couldn't wait to tell him what was on her mind.

Jordan.Grant also eats Neoral. Yeah?Are you sure? He gave her a triple sandwich and a bottle of beer, but she was too excited to eat it. Of course, this can't be a coincidence, can it? I asked Fitty's mother. Already asked, when did you ask? At 11:10, I called her and actually woke her up.I didn't lie when I said I was working on this particular topic! He grinned. I checked online first, but I couldn't figure out what this medicine was for. Then what? He pulled a piece of paper from his pocket. It's called an immunosuppressant drug, and it's given by people who say they've just had a transplant, and it keeps the cells in the person's body from rejecting the new organ.

He put the paper away, a look of triumph. Transplant surgery, like a new organ or something?Heart or other organs? Exactly.She said that there are many organs in the human body that can be transplanted. Sybylla sat down to think.First Jorgen.Glennburgh, he had kidney disease, his ruthless widow had told her so.Sauron.Stromberg's widow had told her that Soren had liver cancer.Both were on drugs that suppress immune system function.Both widows mentioned that their husband had undergone major surgery last year. It can't be a coincidence. Are you and I both thinking the same thing?

Sybila nodded. With me.Yep, I'm pretty sure what I think.You should at least check again if you can.do you have that watch He nodded. It's downstairs, wait a minute, I'll get it. He came back with his father's mobile phone.She looked again at the now-familiar names. what's next?Who do you want to call?The one who lives in Bonners or the one in Steckson? In such a hurry, she suddenly felt that it might not be good to do so.She wanted Patrick to make the call, but that meant handing over control, which she definitely didn't want to do.He was in control of her progress again, and she was grateful, but she wanted to handle the rest on her own.

I'm going to call Stockson. OK, the phone is here, I looked it up from the book. He dialed for her.At first, the phone kept ringing and no one answered.Patrick kept watching her, and her heart was beating wildly.It would be easier alone, she's not used to lying in front of an audience. Martin.Samuelsson (Marten Samuelsson). The sudden voice on the other end of the phone startled her, so many signals had distracted her. Sorry to bother you, your name is Sophie.Mr. Sofie Samuelsson? Terrific opening, she closes her eyes.No matter who the man on the other end of the phone is, of course it's not Sophie.Mr. Samuelson, no more?

Which one is it? She looked around as if useful answers might be buried in the corner of the attic. I am Patrick is impersonating the police. police. There was no sound on the phone. Just ask one question.Has your wife had an organ transplant recently? I have told you that it has been done. She nodded to Patrick, who rolled his eyes impatiently. When did this happen? When you police come here. oh!No, I mean surgery. Thirteen months ago. I see.do you remember the date March 15th, a date I will never forget.Why are you asking this question? No problem.thank you for your help. She handed the phone to Patrick, who pressed a button and turned it off, sighing. Could you try asking directly next time? If you are so smart, you can fight by yourself!Sauron.When did Stromberg have the surgery? Patrick flicked through his papers, looking for the hospital records. Moved several times. Is there a record for March 15th? Found it, March 15, 1998.Liver transplant. She nodded, and he clenched his fist and pushed it into the air. yes!We fucking did it! Xi Bila also felt very happy, but at this time she had already thought of it in advance.What the hell are they proving?It is likely that all four victims were former organ transplant patients.What does this mean?Why would anyone go to such lengths to murder four seriously ill patients? The eyes behind Patrick's glasses were glowing. I'm going to rush downstairs and tell Mom! What?have you been with you Why not?We have a motive! is that so?What is the motivation? Patrick fell silent, a slight frown replacing his smile. oh!damn it! Do you know what I mean? He sat down beside her.It was chilly in the attic, and Sibylla wrapped a sleeping bag around their shoulders. So your mother is back? She reaches for a beer and a sandwich. I thought you said she wouldn't be home until tonight. Patrick kept his eyes on the floor and said in a low voice: She was unwell and came back early.