Munch had just parked a short distance from the apartment building, with a view of the entrance, when Mia’s phone rang.
“Yes?”
“It’s Curry.”
“Is she at home?”
“No, there’s no reply. We’re waiting for you, can you see us?”
Mia glanced down the road and spotted the black Audi. “Yes.”
“What do we do?”
She looked at Munch. “Do we go in?”
Munch shook his head. “We must remember that this woman might be innocent. All that we know is that she used to know Roger Bakken and that she might have had access to Veronica Bache’s cell phone. I’m not putting my neck on the line with as little to go on as this.”
“No, we’ll wait a little longer,” Mia said on the phone. “Do we have units on all streets?”
“Yes.”
“Send in Kim,” Munch said quietly.
“Send in Kim,” Mia repeated into the phone. “See if one of the neighbors will let him in.”
“Okay,” Curry said.
Soon afterward the back door of another Audi opened and they saw Kim head for the entrance. He rang a couple of the bells before the door was opened, and he disappeared inside.
“He’s in,” Curry said.
“Yes, we saw,” Mia said.
They had done this many times before. Both during training and in real life. One or two men would go inside while the rest waited outside, in cars or on foot. Now there was a knock on Mia’s window. She opened it. Kyrre slipped a small bag inside and disappeared again. Mia opened the bag and handed the second set of earphones to Munch.
“We’re up and running,” she said, ending the phone call. “Kim, can you hear me?”
“Yes.”
“What’s on the inside?”
“Door to the basement. Elevator. Stairwell.”
“Take the stairs to the second floor,” Munch said.
“Okay.”
They waited until Kim reported back.
“I’m here.”
“Is it the right door?”
“The sign says ‘M. Stoltz,’” Kim confirmed.
“Ring the doorbell.”
They waited a few more seconds.
“There’s no reply. Do I go in?”
Mia and Munch looked at each other.
“Yes,” Munch said.
Mia was reminded of Anette’s warning. Perhaps Munch was too close. Was he capable of making the right call?
“I’m in,” Kim said.
“What have you got?”
There was silence for a moment.
“Oh, my God,” Kim finally said.
“What is it?” Munch demanded, louder this time.
“This is just . . . You have to see this for yourselves.”
“What is it?!”
Munch was shouting now, but Kim did not reply.