Book 2, Birger Wallenberg
Chapter 3THE WOMAN HAD A two-room suite on the more modern eleventh floor. There were cops outside her door too. Gaining access as her psychoanalyst, tired eyes studied him from the bed. She had taken a pounding and he knew every blow by heart. Ugly multicolored swellings crept into the bloodshot mass of her eyes, and she had difficulty talking.
“Bill Rayman, Amelia’s father - died before she was born. I just phoned the number he gave me. Unlisted Asgard Park number. My lawyer traced it. They came to save Amelia. Why? Please help me.”
Her strength was wearing thin. Her sluggishness made her speech hard to decipher. She reached for a white shoulder bag on the bedside table, streaked with brown. He had no recall of a shoulder bag. Fishing about inside, she came u
