A QUARTER OF an hour later Olli Latvala came back, and after another ten minutes Kimmo Joentaa was sitting up in a glass room close to the sky.
‘Not bad, eh? Only the boss, Raafael Mertaranta, is a floor higher than this,’ said Olli Latvala.
Joentaa nodded.
‘I’m afraid I can’t stay, but Tuulikki will show you everything. She knows this technical stuff much better than I do anyway.’
The handshake of the slender young woman standing beside Latvala was perfunctory, and there was no reading the expression on her face. ‘Hello,’ she said.
‘Hello,’ said Joentaa.
‘You’re lucky, we’ve found it for you. We even managed to rustle up the full version of the show, I mean before cutting, and some of the tapes of material cut later,’ said Latvala.
‘Aha …’ said Joentaa.
‘I still have to look for the lists of names and addresses. But it will be best if you look at all this first with Tuulikki. Good luck.’
‘Thanks,’ said Joentaa, but Olli Latvala was already in the corridor and out of earshot.
‘Uncut version?’ asked Tuulikki.
‘Hm? Er … is there a tape showing only the audience?’
She looked at him as if he were an extraterrestrial. ‘Only the audience?’ She sounded put out.
‘Yes, that would be just what I’m looking for.’
‘You’d better look at the uncut version first while I find the stuff from the hand-held camera.’
‘Er … fine.’
‘The hand-held camera is used to film the audience,’ she explained.
Joentaa nodded. She pressed several buttons, then there was music, and on the screen against the glass wall high up here in the sky, with a few winter clouds, Kai-Petteri Hämäläinen greeted his guests.