Free Three, Four...Better Lock Your Door by Willow Rose Page B

We'll let Christian Lonstedt and his self-taught photographs win this round. We'll beat him next time, I'm sure."
    Sune was growling behind his computer screen. I knew how much real photographers loathed these self-taught journalists who thought they could do as good a job as a real photographer could. People like Sune considered themselves artists who just happened to have to work for a newspaper to earn money, but they would never want to be compared to someone like Christian who didn't understand the beauty of photography the way people like Sune did. They didn't know how to use the light and the scene to create something beautiful even from something as dark and ugly as the scene of crime. Sune could do that. He was even brilliant at that.
    Sune snorted and slammed his fist in the desk. "I'll do it," he said.
    I looked at him with a smile.
    "It went well last time, right?" he argued with his own conscience.
    "It sure did. And I'll take all the blame if you're ever arrested again," I said. "I'll tell them that you did it on my order. Since you're afraid of being out of work soon because of the tough times being a photographer, you felt forced to do it. Because of your son, naturally. You need to feed your son, right?"
    "Right," Sune growled. "But you're paying me double for this. I'll overcharge you for today."
    "Sure." I jumped up from my chair and went to Sune's desk. "Here's the thing. I have been thinking. Someone had to have found the body this morning, and then called the police. They sent out a patrol to look into it since it might be just a prank or something else. The two officers first on the scene always leave a report when they get back and since it is past noon now they are definitely done with it. So I figured you could get me access to that report and then keep an eye out for the next one coming later today from the people working out there right now. Then I would like access to the forensics report of Susanne Larsen's death. They have to have that by now in the system. Then we can tell if the two cases are in any way connected."
     

C HAPTER 14
    I T DIDN'T TAKE S UNE more than a few minutes to hack his way into the police files. I watched him with excitement as his fingers danced across the keyboard. Sune was so talented at many things but this was really what he did best. Even if it was illegal, this was his element. There was no doubt.
    "Got it," he said and leaned back with his arms behind his head. "It's amazing how bad they are at protecting themselves against attacks from the outside," he said.
    I smiled and walked behind him. I leaned in over him on his chair to better see the screen. Being close to him again brought me back to the night before for a short second and caused something to stir inside of me. It was like we had opened a door we couldn't close again. I stepped back. I couldn't allow myself to act like this. I had to repress it.
    Sune felt it too. He turned his head and looked up at me. I felt drawn to him and remembered how soft his lips had felt against mine. This was bad, I thought. This was really bad.
    "Do you want to sit here while you read?" he asked and got up from his chair like he was in a hurry. He had blushed and his eyes avoided mine.
    "Sure," I nodded.
    "I'll just go out here, for a second," he said and pointed awkwardly at the door to the kitchen. "Get us some more coffee," he stuttered.
    "You forgot the cups!" Sara yelled with a grin.
    Sune returned. "It's okay. I'll take new ones."
    "Bring me one as well," she said.
    "Will do," he said and disappeared behind the door.
    Sara stared at me.
    "What?"
    "Be very careful you two," she said while shaking her head.
    I shook mine to pretend that I had no idea what she was talking about. Then I started scrolling through the police report from this morning. The call had come in at eight forty-seven. A guy named Brian Poulsen told them he worked weekends in the badminton club and had found a dead man in the men's dressing room when he