Four
“What are you doing here?” Rahab’s voice sounded so different that it made a cold chill run down Björn’s spine.
He looked over to Annie. It was in the middle of the night, and still they were sitting here, waiting for Rahab’s confirmation—their nerves tense, not the slightest indication of fatigue. Annie had refused to leave, although he’d tried to send her to bed. After he had overcome the initial nervousness, he noticed that her presence calmed him down. He was glad she stayed.
Who the hell had broken into Rahab’s apartment this time of night? Everything grew very silent, and Björn forgot to breathe. A silent male voice barely echoed through the device.
“Where have you been?”
The voice was authoritative and strong, and it sounded familiar.
“Camden Market.”
Björn heard how Rah
