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seen a thing.’
    He frowned. The puppy looked his age then.
    ‘I expected more than that . . .’
    ‘Listen! I haven’t spoken to you in years. Then you turn up here, just when I’m about to pick up my long service medal, and start throwing questions at me. I’m going back
in there . . .’
    ‘I’m in PET. Didn’t you know?’
    ‘Why should I?’
    ‘We think there’s more to it. Two weeks ago there was a break-in down at the docks. It looked like the usual burglary. A computer gone, some loose change. Details of Zeeland’s
security system . . .’
    ‘Isn’t that their problem?’
    He stared at her. It was a stupid remark. Zeeland was a huge international conglomerate. It carried clout, in government and beyond.
    ‘What’s this got to do with our man in bits?’ she asked.
    ‘There’s no CCTV footage from last night. Two minutes after that failed emergency call to the coastguard every last camera got turned off somehow. He hacked into the system, froze it
on old footage, then switched it back on before dawn.’
    Borch grabbed a sandwich from a platter prepared for the get-together and took a bite.
    ‘Burglars are rarely that smart,’ he said, spitting a few crumbs down his front.
    Brix had stopped speaking. Soon the medals and the diplomas would be handed out.
    ‘Leave me your number,’ she said. ‘We’ll keep in touch.’
    He stopped her as she tried to walk off.
    ‘Someone’s taken down one of the most sophisticated security systems in the country. There’s a dead man in the harbour when it comes back online. On the very day the Prime
Minister’s due to spend some time around there. The financial crisis. Afghanistan . . .’ He laughed. ‘Irate husbands. Hartmann’s got as many people who hate him as love
him.’
    ‘I’ll pass that on.’
    ‘I don’t want you to pass it on. I want you on the case. Brix has already agreed . . .’
    ‘I bet he has.’
    ‘You’re better than OPA.’
    ‘Listen! There’s no one reported missing. The chances are he was a foreign sailor from a foreign ship and it’s out of our waters.’
    ‘I still want you on the case. And so does Brix.’
    Applause from the next room, laughter too. The presentations had started. She couldn’t just blunder in now.
    ‘You do look good,’ he said, and seemed a little embarrassed. ‘Me . . .’ A shrug, and she could picture him back in the academy, with all his grim humour and bad jokes.
‘I just got old.’
    She wanted to shout at him. To scream something.
    Instead Lund said, ‘I’m not getting this uniform dirty. I’m supposed to have an interview later.’
    The Zeeland headquarters sat on the waterfront near the harbour. A modern black glass monolith with the company dragon stencilled across the top six floors, it was now
surrounded by little more than construction sites turning the dockside into cheap housing. One of the few commodities that still sold.
    Robert Zeuthen parked his shiny new Range Rover outside. Reinhardt was waiting in the lobby with news about the body in the docks. It was now a murder case but there were no indications Zeeland
were involved. PET were working on it alongside the police. Troels Hartmann’s presence in the area made their interest inevitable.
    ‘Where did that cat come from?’ Zeuthen asked.
    ‘Not the house,’ Reinhardt insisted. ‘I’m still checking. This incident at the docks looks bad. It seems the security system was breached somehow. We’ve got a team
looking into it. PET want to talk to them.’ He frowned. ‘Hartmann’s more concerned about the newspaper report. He’s waiting to hear us deny it.’
    ‘I want you there when PET talk to our security people,’ Zeuthen said. ‘If there’s a breach maybe it’s not the only one.’
    ‘I should be with you for the board,’ Reinhardt said.
    Zeuthen went to the lift, shook his head.
    ‘I can handle that. Find out what’s going on with PET. Keep looking for Emilie’s cat. Maja’s going to kill me for