( CAMILLA )
I certainly did not expect to see this person on the driver's side. Dark grey hair in a long braid, bushy eyebrows and a face full of wrinkles.
"You?" A note of surprise could be heard in my voice, a few wrinkles etched in my forehead.
Marcel slammed the door, and the car moved slowly down the narrow street ahead. Yesterday's image of the two men talking to each other was stuck in my mind, their gazes locked in my direction. Why was my name mentioned in their conversation?
"You're much more serious when you're not drunk. Good morning to you too, Camilla." Ragnar's grey eyes were reflected in the central mirror of the car.
My attention went out the window. A soft song was playing in the car, drowning out the roar of the engine. The sun was making its way towards its hig
