Jo Nesbo - The Son

The Twin.

The man seemed to fill the entire room. Simon didn’t know if this was simply due to his physical size and obvious presence or the trappings of power and wealth, of this man’s ability to control so many destinies. Or whether all the legends that surrounded his persona made him even bigger: the baggage of death, meaningless cruelty and destruction.

The man made an almost imperceptible gesture towards the chair which had been pulled out in front of him. Simon sat down.

‘Simon Kefas,’ the man said, stroking his chin with his forefinger.

Large men often had surprisingly high-pitched voices.

Not the Twin.

The rumbling bass of his voice raised ripples in the glass of water in front of Simon.

‘I know what you want, Kefas.’ The muscles swelled under the suit which looked as if it might burst at the seams at any moment.

‘And what’s that?’

‘Money for Else’s eye operation.’

Simon gulped at the sound of the name of his beloved in this man’s mouth.

‘The question is, what have you got to sell, yes?’

Simon took out his mobile, opened the mailbox, put the phone on the table and pressed play . The voice on the sound file he had received sounded tinny: ‘. . what’s the name and number of the account Nestor sent money to when he paid you? If I were you I would think before speaking.’ A pause, then another voice: ‘The account is in the name of a company. Dennis Limited, registered in the Cayman Islands.’ ‘And the account number?’ Another pause. ‘Eight, three, zero.’ ‘Slow down. And speak more clearly.’ ‘Eight. Three. Zero. Eight. .’

Simon pressed stop. ‘I presume you know who was answering the questions.’

The huge man responded with a tiny gesture that could mean anything. ‘Is that what you’re selling?’

‘This recording was sent to me from a Hotmail address which I haven’t been able to or indeed tried to trace. Because I’m currently the only person who knows about the sound file. Evidence that the prison gov-’

‘Assistant prison governor.’

‘-of Staten admits to having a secret account into which he has received money from Hugo Nestor. I checked the account number and the information is correct.’

‘And how is this of value to me?’

‘What is valuable to you is that I don’t take this to my colleagues and you lose an important ally.’ Simon cleared his throat. ‘ Yet another important ally.’

The huge man shrugged. ‘Assistant prison governors can be replaced. And, in any case, it looks as if Franck has served his purpose. What more have you got, Kefas?’

Simon stuck out his lower lip. ‘I’ve evidence that you have laundered money through Iversen’s property business. And DNA evidence linking Iver Iversen Senior to a Vietnamese girl, whom you trafficked into the country, murdered and made Sonny Lofthus take the fall for.’

The large man stroked his throat with two fingers. ‘I’m listening. Go on.’

‘If I get the money for the eye operation, I can make sure that neither of these cases will be investigated.’

‘How much money are we talking about?’

‘Two million kroner.’

‘You could have blackmailed Iversen directly for that amount. So why are you really here?’

‘Because I want more than money.’

‘And what is that?’

‘I want you to stop looking for the boy.’

‘Lofthus’s son? Why would I do that?’

‘Because Ab Lofthus was a friend.’

The big man looked at Simon for a while. Then he leaned back in his chair and tapped the aquarium glass with his finger.

‘It looks like a regular aquarium, yes? But do you know what the grey fish that looks like a sprat costs, Kefas? No, you don’t, because I don’t want the Serious Fraud Office to know that some collectors are willing to pay millions of kroner for it. It isn’t especially impressive or attractive, but it’s incredibly rare. So its price is determined by the value it has to the individual; the highest bidder.’

Simon shifted in his chair.

‘The point is,’ the big man said, ‘I want the Lofthus boy. He’s a rare fish and has greater value to me than to any other buyer. Because he has killed my people and stolen my money. Do you think I could have ruled this city for twenty years if I let people get away with stuff like that? He has turned himself into a fish I simply have to have. I’m sorry, Kefas. We’ll give you the money, but the boy is mine.’

‘All the boy wants is the mole who betrayed his father, then he’ll go away.’

‘And, as far as I’m concerned, he can have the mole, I’ve no use for him or her any more, the mole stopped operating twelve years ago. But even I never knew the mole’s identity. We exchanged money and information anonymously, and that was fine by me, I got what I paid for. And so will you, Kefas. Your wife’s eyesight, yes?’

‘As you wish,’ Simon said and got up. ‘If you go after the boy, I’ll get the money some other way.’

The big man heaved a sigh. ‘I think you’ve misunderstood our negotiation, Kefas.’

Simon saw that the blond man had also risen.

‘As an experienced gambler you ought to know that you should always check your cards carefully before you decide to play,’ the big man said. ‘Afterwards, it’s too late, yes?’

Simon felt the blond man put his hand on his shoulder. He resisted the urge to push it away. He sat down again. The big man leaned across the table. He smelled of lavender.

‘Iversen told me about the DNA samples you came to him about. And now there’s this sound recording. That means you’re in touch with the boy, am I right? So now you will lead us to him. Him and whatever he stole from us.’

‘And if I say no?’

The big man heaved another sigh. ‘What is it we all fear when we grow old, Kefas? Dying alone, yes? The real reason you’re doing everything you can to restore your wife’s sight is that you want her to look at you when you die. Because we tell ourselves it makes dying a little less lonely, yes? Well, imagine a deathbed even more lonely than one with a blind, but living wife present. .’

‘What?’

‘Bo, show him.’

The blond man held up his mobile to Simon. Showed him a picture. He recognised the hospital ward. The bed. The sleeping woman in the bed.

‘The interesting thing isn’t that we know where she is right now,’ the big man said. ‘But that we found her, yes? In less than one hour after Iversen contacted us. And that means we’ll be able to find her again, no matter where you hide her.’

Simon leapt out of the chair, his right hand shot towards the big man’s throat, but it ended up in a fist that caught it as easily as if it had been a butterfly. And that now closed quietly around Simon’s fingers.

‘You have to decide what you value the most, Kefas. The woman you share your life with or this stray dog you’ve adopted.’

Simon swallowed. He tried to ignore the pain, the sound of his knuckle joints grinding against each other, but knew the tears of pain were giving him away. He blinked once. Twice. He felt a hot tear roll down his cheek.

‘She needs to travel to the US within the next two days,’ he whispered. ‘I must have the money in cash on her departure.’

The Twin released his hold and Simon felt dizzy when the blood rushed back and exacerbated the pain.

‘She’ll be on a plane the moment you hand over the boy and the stolen goods,’ the big man said.

The blond man escorted Simon out. It had stopped raining, but the air still felt clammy and heavy.

‘What are you going to do to him?’ Simon asked.

‘You don’t want to know,’ said the blond man and smiled. ‘But it was nice doing business with you.’