2
JULY 10, 2014
Kurt Hammer sat in a dark leather chair in a little office in Klostergata 48, Trondheim.
"So, you haven’t been drinking for two months?"
The man talking was tall with gray curly hair and a big stomach. The voice had a bass ring to it, which made Kurt ponder whether or not the man had used steroids in his youth.
"No, I haven't," said Kurt.
"Congratulations," said the man.
"I can't sleep, though," said Kurt.
"Why not?" asked the man.
"Guilt. Everyone I shot. Lise and the child," explained Kurt.
"It's been almost two years, Kurt. How long has it been like this?" asked the man. The big man leaned a little forward in his leather chair, but not so far that Kurt felt threatened.
"About a month. I think it started after I'd been with you the last time. ‘Started’ isn't re
