She got lost in her thoughts for a bit while he nodded.
"Yes, but it can be hard to get perspective on stuff like this while you"re in the middle of it, especially if two people"s everyday routines seem to work without major conflicts."
She conceded his point, but reminded him that there had been a few clear signs along the way.
"For example, I never thought about joining him when he would fly to Aberdeen for work."
"Well, you"re not exactly the archetype of the follow-him-loyally-at-his-heels housewife," Soren replied dryly.
"No, but I probably would have gone with him if he"d been the most important thing in my world," she said, taking a sip of her beer.
"Do you miss him?"
She nodded.
"I miss him as a person, but I don"t miss our life together."
"Incidentally, what happened with Camilla after that arrest down in Roskilde? Is she still together with that guy"s brother?"
Louise shook her head and suddenly felt overwhelmed with fatigue.
"No, they broke up before we took that trip to France. The whole thing knocked all the wind out of her, and I don"t really know what I should do to help her. The only sensible thing for her to do is forget him and move on."
Soren stood up and grabbed another beer, and she nodded when he asked if she wanted to share it.
"I feel like giving her a firm shaking. The relationship between those two was completely lopsided, but instead of getting angry and flicking him off, which is much more her style, she"s doing just the opposite."
"That doesn"t sound like the Camilla Lind I know," Soren conceded, lighting another a cigarette.
"Uh-uh, not the one I know either."
"The best thing would be if she met someone else who completely swept her off her feet," he said after a moment"s thought.
"You"re right. But that kind of thing just doesn"t happen that often, and certainly not when you need it to."
Louise glanced at her watch and downed the rest of her beer.
"I think I"m going to call it a night," she said, standing. "It"s been great seeing you again-thanks for the beer. Next time they"re on me."
"Same here," Soren said. "I"m looking forward to working with you again."
They went up together and parted ways at the top of the stairwell.
It was nearly half past nine the next morning when Ibrahim al-Abd arrived at Holbaek police headquarters. Louise had just returned to the office and grabbed a cup of coffee, and her hand was on her phone. Earlier that morning, Mik Rasmussen and she had stopped by the family"s apartment again. Since there was still no answer, Ruth Lange helped them look up where the father worked, which was a lumberyard by the harbor. When they arrived there, the manager said the father had just left.
He was a small man with thick, black hair and a solid, well-groomed mustache. Louise had been about to leave for the Hojmark School and her appointment with Jette Petersen, but she canceled when Storm asked her to come with him to notify Samra"s father.
"Let"s go in here," Louise said, leading Ibrahim into the office. She asked him to take a seat on the chair next to her desk and nodded at Mik, who had already grabbed an MP3 recorder that he was setting up from where he was sitting. She offered the father coffee and water while she prepared for the conversation. Right as she was about to shut the door, Storm waved her out into the corridor.
"Try to get him to tell you a little bit about his daughter before you tell him that she"s the person we ID"d."
Louise raised an eyebrow and stood there for a moment but then nodded and turned to walk back into her office.
"You wanted to talk to us about your daughter?" she began.
He nodded and said he had left work when he heard the news at nine that morning that had included a report about the dead girl the police had found.
"What is your daughter"s name?" Louise asked.
"Samra al-Abd," the girl"s father said, p.r.o.nouncing her name clearly. He added that his daughter was fifteen years old and was in the ninth grade.
"How long has she been gone?"
He shrugged his shoulders all the way up to his ears and, holding out his palms in despair, said it was hard to know. "We haven"t seen her since she said good night and went to bed Tuesday night."
The night before she was found out by Honsehalsen, Louise thought, feeling sorry for the man, who in a moment was going to find out his daughter was dead. Still, she wanted to try to get as many facts as possible about Samra al-Abd as long as the father was talking.
"What about the next morning when she was supposed to go to school?" Mik asked. "Didn"t you notice if she left for school?"
He was obviously also determined to get the father to explain himself, and he watched the man intently as he answered.
"No, my wife doesn"t get up when our older kids leave for school."
He briefly said that he had to be at the lumberyard down by the harbor at six-thirty himself, and his eldest son had a job at the same location three mornings a week before his business-school cla.s.ses started.
"He and I are already gone when Samra gets up."
"Has your daughter disappeared from home and stayed away for a whole night before?" Mik asked.
At first Ibrahim shook his head, but after thinking for a while he said, "Sometimes the other young people she hangs out with infect her, like a rotten apple in a basket," he said, looking accusingly at Louise for a moment as if she bore part of the blame. "So it can be hard to figure out exactly what she"s up to."
"What other kinds of things does your daughter do?" Louise asked, seizing the opening.
She could see how torn he felt as he contemplated what to say.
"She doesn"t always listen to what we tell her," he said finally. "Then she comes home when it suits her."
"Does she often come home late?" Mik wanted to know.
"A few times it"s been several hours past what we agreed on," said Ibrahim.
"But right now we"re talking about almost thirty-six hours-has she ever been gone so long before?" Louise asked.
"No, which is why I think something must have happened. She wouldn"t dare," the girl"s father replied, and Louise noted that Samra apparently had reason to fear her father"s reaction.
"Does your daughter have a boyfriend she might be staying with?" Louise asked, following every movement in his face.
His expression suddenly seemed less open and he shook his head.
"She"s too young for that sort of thing. She"s fifteen," he said, looking Louise straight in the eye when he replied. Louise felt as though she were gazing directly into the abyss of a father"s deep worry.
If he thought a fifteen-year-old girl was too young to have a boyfriend, then he also probably thought the girl was too young to marry off, thought Louise, making it fairly unlikely that it was an "honor" killing triggered by a conflict in that area.
Louise excused herself for a moment and went to ask one of her colleagues to check on whether there were any past reports of violence in the family. But when she entered the command center, Ruth Lange had already foreseen Louise"s request and had a printout of the information ready for her.
"We"ve got one report against the father for domestic violence. His wife filed it a year and a half ago. Apparently he beat both her and her daughter, and subsequently the wife stayed at a women"s shelter in Nykobing Sjaelland. Other than that, we don"t have anything on him or the elder brother. The father came to Denmark in 1998, while the rest of the family did not arrive until 2002. At that point, the youngest hadn"t been born yet, and the little sister was still an infant. They come from a town fifty miles south of Amman, Jordan, called Rabba. Since early 2001 he has been working at Stark, a lumberyard down by the harbor," said Ruth.
Louise hurried back to her office and sat down quietly so she wouldn"t interrupt the interview.
"Do you have a picture of her?" Mik asked.
Samra"s father gently pulled a photo out of his jacket pocket. He set it on the table. It must have been taken on Midsummer"s Eve; Samra was wearing a light-colored summer dress and you could see the bonfire in the background. Her long, dark hair fell onto her shoulders, and she was holding her little sister"s hand. Both of them were smiling widely for the photographer. It struck Louise that she actually hadn"t known whether Samra wore a headscarf, but apparently she hadn"t.
"Is she the one you found?"
Louise glanced quickly at Mik, who nodded to her, and she turned to the father and said she was deeply sorry to have to tell him that it was his daughter whom a fisherman had found in the water out by Honsehalsen in Udby Cove.
All the color drained out of his face. His shoulders slumped, and a moment later tears burst from his eyes, and a long screeching sound was pulled up and out of him from somewhere deep within. As the sound made its way out into the room, the girl"s father rose with a jerk and started to pace back and forth in tears as he cried in shock that it couldn"t be true. The words were ripped into pieces by a stream of Arabic they didn"t understand, but there was no mistaking the despair in them.
Louise approached cautiously, pulled him back toward the chair, and tried to get him to calm down.
"My little girl," he repeated between deep sobs, sitting with his face hidden in his hands.
The air in the office was heavy with misery and grief. Finally Ibrahim calmed down a little.
Mik turned the MP3 recorder back on and made an attempt to get the interview going again.
"We need to talk more with you about your daughter"s disappearance."
The father looked at them with a distant gaze and tear-laden eyes.
"How did it happen?" he asked, his face still preoccupied.
"We don"t know quite yet," Mik said, making no mention of the rope and concrete.
"Could you please repeat for us when you and your wife last saw Samra?" Louise asked, turning the conversation in another direction.
"Tuesday night, when my wife said good night to her at eight-thirty."
"Yesterday one of your daughter"s friends from school came forward when she heard we had found a dead teenage girl. Didn"t you see or hear the news yesterday?"
Ibrahim al-Abd was frozen, sitting as if encased in ice for a moment before he shook his head and his face cracked.
"Was it on TV? So then everyone knows what happened ...?"
Mik interrupted him. "We put out a description. No picture was shown."
Louise couldn"t tell from Ibrahim"s face whether he thought it was good or bad that the missing-person report had gone out.
"Last night we went out to talk with you and your wife after the tip from Samra"s friend, but no one answered. Where were you?" she asked.
It took a moment before Samra"s father replied.
"At my brother"s house in Benlose, outside of Ringsted," he explained, and Louise just nodded.
"How did you travel down there?" she asked.
"By car."
Tears were making his eyes shiny again.
"We drove," he continued, diverting attention from his fresh bout of weeping.
"When did you come home?"
"Midnight, maybe 1:00 A.M., I think."
"But you didn"t answer this morning either, when we stopped by again," Mik interjected.
The man looked over at him and explained that he and his son had gone to work.
"My wife is very worried and didn"t sleep at all. After my son and I left, she took the little ones to her sister"s house."
"When we went out to talk with you last night, your car was parked in the parking lot, and it was at just past ten. Does your wife have a car?" Louise asked.
He shook his head, but she had known the answer already. No other cars were registered to their address.
"If you didn"t drive your car, then what car did you drive?" He didn"t seem to understand what she meant.
"You drove down to your brother"s house, you say. But your car was parked in the parking lot last night," Mik clarified.
"No, no," he said, jumping up from his chair and pacing back and forth again. "We didn"t drive. My son drove."
"There is no vehicle registered in his name," Louise interrupted.
"He"s buying one. It"s not all worked out yet, but he"ll get it settled," the father a.s.sured them.
Louise asked for the car"s make and registration number, but the father could only say it was an older-model BMW.
"Could I just get your brother"s name and phone number?" she asked, to be on the safe side, so they could compare that with the information Soren had dug up.
He sat down and gave her both.
"What happened? What happened to her?" he mumbled again, rubbing his forehead hard with his thumb and forefinger as his face once more took on an absent look.
Mik took over and pointedly asked Samra"s father to describe in detail the period of time when he was last with his daughter.
Ibrahim calmed down a little, and Louise could almost see him pulling himself together and preparing to go through the last time he had been with his daughter. They waited as his breathing became regular again.