Emma looked at her phone. A quick online search revealed that the number of the girl who had called her was registered to a Victoria Prytz.
‘Whoa,’ Emma said out loud.
The next moment, Terry sprang to life. Emma immediately understood why – Blix was walking up the hill towards them. Terry charged at him, hauling Emma up from the bench. She had to hold on tightly to the lead in order not to be dragged along the tarmac after him.
Blix bent down as Terry jumped up at him, tail wagging back and forth. Leaping at his face, then back to the ground, doing a spin, before leaping up at Blix’s face again with an eager, soaking-wet tongue. Blix received the love, joy and the biggest welcome in the world with a gentle smile.
‘Hi,’ he said to Emma when Terry finally finished the welcoming ritual.
‘Hello.’ Emma released a heavy sigh. Blix, she saw, had even darker bags under his eyes than when she had seen him earlier that day. The skin beneath his chin looked flushed.
‘How did it go?’ she asked.
Blix looked around quickly. ‘You know that those sessions are confidential?’
‘Um,’ Emma said. ‘It’s only the psychologists who have to keep their traps shut. You, on the other hand, can run your mouth all you want. Especially to someone who’s looking after your dog.’
She winked, sent him a smile. Blix took the dog lead from her. Terry had calmed down a bit, was now preoccupied with an invisible trace of something along the edge of the tarmac.
‘Everything go okay?’ he asked, nodding towards the dog.
‘Yeah, all fine,’ Emma lied. ‘We’ve had a great time together.’ She tried not to roll her eyes.
They walked down the hill, towards Jens Bjelkes gate.
‘What’re you up to for the rest of the day?’ she asked.
He glanced up at the clouds. It wasn’t long before it would start raining again. ‘I’m … heading home, I think.’ He studied his surroundings. Followed a car with his eyes as it drove towards Sofienberg.
‘I’ll walk with you.’
They continued towards Tøyengata.
Emma thought of the young girl who had called her. Carmen, who by all accounts seemed to be the daughter of Victoria Prytz and therefore the stepdaughter of Oliver Krogh. Emma was about to tell Blix about the phone call, but could see that he was lost in his own thoughts.
‘You’re not going to tell me then?’ she asked.
‘About what?’
‘Um, hello?’ Emma said dejectedly. ‘You were there for three quarters of an hour.’
‘Yes, but … ’
He looked away.
‘Have you heard of EMDR?’ he finally asked.
‘What’s that, a new country in Eastern Europe?’
There, a slight movement in his smile lines. Emma almost felt like patting herself on the back.
‘No, never heard of it,’ she said. ‘What is it?’
‘Just something,’ Blix said, shaking his head.
‘Just something?’
‘Yeah, some … psychobabble nonsense. Nothing I’m going to try.’
But you still mentioned it, Emma thought.
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