Francesca stood up a little straighter and tried to make herself look far more confident than she was feeling.
She shook Oskar’s hand. He was still holding it out to her, and it seemed like it was wiser to be amicable than to give him a reason to attack her.
His grip was weak, and his hands were clammy.
It was revealing; he was nervous, but he was trying to disguise it the same way that she was. He was intimidated by her.
“Well?” Oskar asked, as he shook her hand.
His question had not been rhetorical, and that meant he was trying to belittle her.
“Karoline was correct. I want to know where Jonas is, and assuming you know where he is does not make me stupid. If you are not interested in where Jonas is, you are not as wise as you seem to think.”
Oskar smirked, and sat down on the couc
