'Whew,' whispered Jon. 'That was certainly effective.'
'In reality he should be thanking us,' said Katherina, smiling. 'He'll never forget what he read here tonight. And hopefully he'll get to bed earlier.'
'I could have used you when I was studying for exams,' said Jon, giving her a wink. 'But he's a good guy, that Anders. So just keep it up.'
Katherina nodded.
Jon began looking through the filing cabinets and studying documents. His scanning of files, summaries, excerpts from reports and rulings in the Remer case got mixed up with Anders Hellstrшm's case, but Katherina muted Jon's reading so she could keep focusing the other lawyer's attention.
There were many filing drawers in the room but Jon seemed to know where to find what they were looking for. He swiftly moved from one cabinet to another, plucking documents from folders.
Maybe he was getting a bit too eager, because suddenly he slammed shut one of the metal drawers with a loud bang.
They both froze, and Katherina noticed that Hellstrшm also stopped reading. She pictured him staring at the door of the room where they were hiding. Holding her breath and closing her eyes, she concentrated exclusively on what was happening inside the main office.
For a couple of seconds she received nothing, but then texts began turning up, words that could be notices on a bulletin board or product names. They appeared in brief flashes, and she tried as best she could to pique his interest in everything he was reading unconsciously. She noticed that he hesitated but also that the little flashes kept changing, new words and sentences showed up, which meant he was either shifting his glance or he was on the move.
Katherina caught Jon's attention and pointed anxiously at the door. Jon nodded and cautiously stepped towards it to switch off the light. The next second the door handle rattled and the door shook. After a moment of silence, they could hear the lawyer mutter to himself outside the door and then move away.
Only when Katherina began receiving images from Hellstrшm reading yet another summary from a general meeting did she whisper to Jon that he could continue his search. The light came on again, and Jon histrionically ran his palm over his forehead.
'That was close,' he whispered, giving her a quick kiss before he went back to looking through the filing cabinets.
After half an hour Katherina noticed that the lawyer outside their door was so tired even she couldn't hold his attention any longer. If she pressed him any harder, he might faint, and he wouldn't wake up until the next day with the worst headache of his life.
'He's almost worn out,' she whispered to Jon.
He nodded and tossed a few more pages onto the stack of documents he'd collected on the desk.
'Are we just going to take them with us?' asked Katherina softly.
'They'll never notice anything's missing,' Jon whispered back. 'This case is so massive that a couple of pages here or there isn't going to make any difference.'
Katherina estimated there were more than five hundred pages in the pile Jon had gathered.
'Besides, he deserves it. I think we have what we need. Let's get out of here.'
Katherina made sure the exhausted lawyer kept his attention fixed on his papers as they left the office and sneaked back through the main room along the wall. Anders Hellstrшm's eyes were staring with obvious strain at the documents, and Katherina and Jon could see that his hands were trembling ever so slightly.
After they had passed him they picked up their pace, moving as fast as they dared across the last section of the office to the door. Jon locked up as Katherina released her hold on the lawyer's attention. She saw his body crumple in his chair, but then with a jolt he straightened up and looked around. He rubbed his eyes, stood up and stretched, at the same time yawning so loudly they could hear it outside the door.
'Sleep tight,' said Jon.
The next morning they arrived at Libri di Luca just as Iversen was unlocking the door.
'How'd it go?' he asked.
'Fine,' replied Jon. 'I think we have what we need.' He held up the plastic bag containing all the documents.
'I don't want to know how you got those,' said Iversen, shaking his head. 'We can sit in the basement. Pau fixed all the lights yesterday.'
They went inside and headed down to the basement. In the library Jon and Iversen divided up the pile of papers. Jon took the ones dealing with Remer's extensive corporate structure while Iversen went through the press clippings and background information dealing with the man himself.
Katherina felt useless as she roamed around among the bookshelves while the others worked. She was receiving their perusal of the documents, but it was mostly lists of companies and personnel, so she quickly lost interest. Instead, like so often before, she used the time to admire the countless books in the library. She never tired of studying all the exquisite illustrations and the workmanship that had gone into each volume. A few books had been so damaged by Jon's activation that they had been unsalvageable, but the quick action of Iversen and Pau had prevented the major disaster that might otherwise have resulted.
Next to the light switch inside the door was a big scorched patch, and charred sections of the carpet bore witness to the violent event several days earlier. There wasn't much chance that anything would go wrong by reading the papers Jon was now looking at, but with his activation in mind, Katherina directed all her attention to what Jon was reading. Everything proceeded without drama. Jon read the lifeless texts without adding any emotion, and judging by the images that occasionally turned up, he wasn't especially focused. Katherina blushed when she discovered some of the images were of herself.
'Stop,' she exclaimed suddenly, pointing at Jon.
The two men looked up at her in surprise.
'What are you reading?' she asked.
Jon looked down at the documents. 'A list of board members at one of Remer's companies. Why?'
'Read the names again,' said Katherina.
Jon looked again at the page and slowly worked his way down the list. About halfway he opened his eyes wide.
'W. Kortmann,' he said in astonishment.
24
In the sunlight Kortmann's villa looked even more grotesque than on the night when they last visited. The huge building with the gleaming red bricks looked like some sort of cake, even though the impression was seriously marred by the rusty tower for the lift, which was leaning against the house like an old hollow tree. The sky was a deep blue, and the lawn surrounding the villa still had a lush green colour, even though they were well into October by now.
Jon wondered if it was because of the good weather or because Katherina had come along that Kortmann received them in the driveway instead of in his library. He was sitting in something that resembled an antique wheelchair with a curved black metal frame and a seat covered with red leather. A thick blanket hid his legs, and a pair of sunglasses concealed his eyes.
They had rung Kortmann several hours earlier, explaining that there was something they wanted to show him. He had sounded neither surprised nor particularly curious, merely suggesting that they meet that same afternoon. Both Iversen and Katherina insisted on going along – for different reasons, Jon suspected. Iversen was convinced that just because Kortmann was on the board of one of Remer's companies, that didn't necessarily mean he was part of the Shadow Organization. On the contrary, he might know nothing and was being used without his knowledge. Jon sensed that Katherina was of a different opinion. She pointed out that it was Kortmann who had constantly put up roadblocks to meetings of the two groups, and he was the one who was chiefly responsible for the split twenty years earlier. Who could possibly be a better mole?
Jon tried to stay neutral. Remer's corporate structure was so vast and complex that it might well be a coincidence, but he still couldn't get the idea out of his head that Kortmann was Remer's mysterious bookseller friend. Kortmann was no book dealer, but he knew enough about Luca, Jon and the bookshop to explain Remer's knowledge and interest.
'Welcome,' Kortmann declared in a friendly tone as Katherina, Iversen and Jon got out of the car. Jon was carrying an envelope with the documents pertaining to the company in which Remer and Kortmann had mutual interests.
They greeted Kortmann and took turns shaking his hand. He then rolled his wheelchair ahead of them, leading the way along a path that went round to the back of the house.
'I thought we might sit outside and enjoy the weather,' said Kortmann.
He led them over to a big terrace at the bottom of the garden. The wall surrounding the property and the tall, old trees gave the impression that they were totally isolated from the outside world.
A black-clad man was busy moving refreshments and glasses from a silver tray onto a patio table surrounded by mahogany chairs. The man, whom Jon recognized as Kortmann's chauffeur, gave them a polite nod and then walked back towards the house.
'Have a seat,' Kortmann invited them, gesturing towards the chairs. 'Let's hear what you've found.'
They sat down as he requested and Jon took the documents out of the envelope. Kortmann didn't react.
'We've managed to find some information about the individual we think is a member of the Shadow Organization,' said Jon, pushing to the middle of the table the paper with Kortmann's name on the list. His name had been highlighted in yellow.
Kortmann turned to look at Katherina, then at Jon. 'What is this?' he asked without deigning to give the document a glance.
'A list of the board members for the Habitat development,' explained Jon. 'Your name is on the list.'
'I'm on so many boards,' said Kortmann wearily. 'What's so special about Habitat?'
'The majority shares are owned by Remer, and we're positive that he's part of the Shadow Organization.'
'Remer?' Kortmann repeated, glancing away for a moment. Suddenly he burst out laughing. 'Remer is supposedly in your Shadow Organization? No, come on now. I know that at times Remer can be very creative in his interpretation of the law, but the idea that he's behind a secret plot…' He laughed again.
'We're not saying that he's the leader,' Katherina emphasized. 'Just that he's part of it.'
Kortmann looked at Katherina, and his smile disappeared. He turned to Jon. 'I must admit that I'd expected more from you, Campelli. First this insane theory, devised by an eccentric like Tom Nшrreskov, about a Shadow Organization, even though it's impossible to prove its existence, and now the idea that Remer, of all people, is supposed to be part of the conspiracy.'
Jon could feel his anger growing. Making a great effort to keep his voice neutral, he described the entire chain of events concerning Remer, his interest in Libri di Luca and how Jon had been fired from his job.
'That sounds more like Remer,' said Kortmann when Jon was done. 'You can call him a hard, calculating and opportunistic man, but he's no leader of some sort of sect.'
Katherina shifted uneasily in her chair, but Iversen placed his hand on her arm to keep her from exploding.
'How well do you know him?' asked Iversen in a placatory tone of voice. 'Does he have a different relationship with you than with the other board members?'
'I don't think so,' replied Kortmann. 'There's a congenial and professional atmosphere, and we happen to agree on many issues – that's all.'
'Has he ever read anything aloud for you?'
Kortmann shrugged. 'We've occasionally read things to each other. The minutes of meetings, drafts for press releases – that sort of thing.'
Kortmann fell silent, turning his face up towards the blue sky. Jon could almost see him thinking through the consequences of the question: 'What if…'
'Can you deny he's a Lector?' asked Katherina impatiently.
'Of course not,' snapped Kortmann. 'Only a receiver can do that.'
'So that's one time when you could have used our help,' she concluded.
Kortmann didn't reply.
'There's another name on the list,' said Jon. 'A Patrick Vedel. Do you know him?'
'Not outside of our work together on the board,' said Kortmann. 'Why?'
'He's on almost all of Remer's boards,' Jon explained. 'We think he's a receiver. A team consisting of a transmitter, Remer, and a receiver, Patrick Vedel, would be a strong combination on a board. Wouldn't you agree?'
'If I bought your theory, yes,' replied their host. Even though Kortmann had sunglasses on, Jon could still feel his sharp gaze aimed at him. 'But I don't.'
Maybe they'd made a mistake by coming here so soon without concrete evidence, but Jon doubted whether Kortmann could ever be convinced, either because he simply refused, or because he was part of the whole thing.
'Why exactly have you come here?' asked Kortmann, turning away from Jon. 'Iversen, why don't you tell me why you're all here?'
Iversen cleared his throat and nodded at the paper in the middle of the table. 'We found your name,' he said without looking at Kortmann.
'Am I on trial here?' The man in the wheelchair clenched his fists, and the tone of his voice was anything but friendly.
'We've proved that there was a connection between you and the Shadow Organization,' said Katherina.
'There is no Shadow Organization!' he shouted, making Iversen jump. 'It's a figment of your imagination, a smokescreen fabricated by the only people who have something to gain by diverting attention from themselves.' He pointed at Katherina. 'Who thought this up in the first place? Tom Nшrreskov, a receiver. And who has been deeply involved in the investigation? And whose opinion has been given a suspicious amount of weight? A receiver.'
Kortmann took off his sunglasses and stared straight at Jon. 'Can't you see it yourself?'
Jon calmly regarded the man in the wheelchair. His reaction was convincing; his eyes were fierce, his nostrils flaring. If he was playacting, he was good at it, but Jon had enough experience of powerful people to know that they were often successful precisely because of their ability to appear convincing, even when there was no substance to their claims.
'I see a man who's afraid of losing power,' Jon said calmly.
The man in the wheelchair studied Jon for a moment and then put his dark glasses back on.
'I'm sorry to hear that,' he said firmly. 'I was counting on you, as a Campelli, to work with the Bibliophile Society.' He sighed. 'But as things now stand, that's impossible.'
'But he's been activated,' Iversen objected. 'Jon is the strongest Lector I've ever seen.'
'And for that reason he's much more dangerous to us, Iversen.'
'Us?' Iversen repeated.
Kortmann pressed a brass button on the armrest of his wheelchair.
'I'd like you to leave now,' he said calmly. 'Iversen can stay, of course. But you two must leave my property immediately.'
They heard a door slam in the house and the chauffeur came walking towards them. Jon and Katherina stood up. Iversen hesitated for a moment, but then got up as well.
'Iversen?' said Kortmann, leaning forward in his chair. 'Don't be stupid. Don't do something you'll come to regret. I can get you another job. The Society is your life. Why throw it away for the sake of a lie?'
Iversen looked at Jon and Katherina for a moment and then turned to face Kortmann.
'I'm not doing this for myself, for them or for the Society,' he said firmly. 'I'm doing it for Luca.'
He turned and headed for the driveway, taking deliberate strides. Jon and Katherina followed.
'Are you okay?' asked Jon as they drove away from the suburb of Hellerup.
Iversen sat in silence in the back seat, staring out of the side window. He gave his head a brief shake and then smiled at Jon.
'I'm fine,' he said. 'Just disappointed, that's all.' Again he turned his gaze towards the houses slipping past. 'We need to get hold of the others,' he said. 'Preferably before Kortmann does. We have to know how many are with us.'
Jon nodded. They had no idea how big the Shadow Organization might be, but it was guaranteed that three people were too few to do anything about it. 'Kortmann gave me a list
of all transmitters,' he said. 'We can start at the top.'
'Excellent,' said Iversen. 'I was afraid I wouldn't be able to remember all the names.' He caught Jon's eye in the rear-view mirror. 'But I think it would be best if I was the one who contacted them.'
'Okay,' said Jon.
'How many do you think we can count on?' asked Katherina.
'I have no idea,' replied Iversen. 'Each person is going to make up his own mind. We can't expect everyone to believe this sort of story, but that's probably not the only factor that will come into play. Some people are already unhappy with Kortmann, but there are no doubt others that are going to give us problems.' He sighed. 'Pau is one of them, I'm afraid.'
'Him I can live without,' muttered Katherina.
'What about the receivers?' asked Jon. 'Can we count on them?'
'I'm sure we can,' replied Katherina. 'Of course there are going to be a few sceptics, but I think they'll support us. I'll get Clara to call a meeting as soon as possible.'
'Is there anything I can do?' asked Jon.
'You can keep training,' Katherina suggested, and smiled.
It felt as if several years had passed since Jon had met Iversen at the Assistens Cemetery. At that time he'd had a career and was in a blessed state of ignorance. He'd also harboured a burdensome anger against the father whom he believed had abandoned him. The anger was now gone, Jon realized, or at least it had changed character. What remained was bitterness at being kept in the dark, but the anger itself was now directed at other targets: the reasons for his parents' deaths.
Luca had been buried next to Arman, but it had been a very long time since Jon had visited his paternal grandfather's grave, so it took some time to find the right place. The two gravestones stood next to the outer cemetery wall, and around them stood a solid-looking wrought-iron fence about half a metre high. Many of the other graves along the wall were covered with ivy, but the Campelli plot had recently been cleaned and the dark granite stones rose proudly from the white gravel as if it were a Japanese garden. A single withered bouquet lay in front of Luca's headstone.
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