*Astrid*
I step into Lisbeth's office, the morning sun casting a warm glow over the room, curious to as why she has summoned me here, “Morning boss.”
The air is thick with tension as Lisbeth looks up, her eyes mirroring a near desperation that's unusual for her. “I need to know the truth.”
"What's wrong, Lisbeth?" I ask, sinking into the chair opposite her desk. “I have already briefed you on everything I know about the case. What more is there you need to know?”
"Forget about the murder for now," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "The kid, Jesper... will he be able to play again? Is he still signed with the local club? I have season tickets, you know. Please tell me, fan to fan, woman to woman."
A flash of sympathy passes through me. The kid was a good player, a beacon of
