The Library of Shadows (19 page)

'Why didn't he ever say anything?'

'Out of fear. He didn't dare say anything to anybody. The risk that the Society had been infiltrated kept him from seeking help from the group. For a long time after Marianne's death he didn't even come to visit me. Where was he supposed to turn?'

'What about Iversen?' said Katherina. 'Couldn't he help?'

'He certainly did,' replied Tom. 'More than he knows himself, but only by offering support, as a friend and assistant in the bookshop. He made sure that Luca remembered to eat, and he kept him updated on what went on in the Bibliophile Society. The break between transmitters and receivers quickly became a reality after Luca resigned, and apparently that helped. The events stopped, or at least they were no longer as blatant for those who didn't know what to look for. Kortmann became the head of the Society on the transmitter side, while Clara took charge of the receivers. There was an idyllic sense of peace for a while.'

'So Iversen doesn't know about the Shadow Organization?'

'No,' said Tom firmly. 'It's not that we didn't trust him, but in some ways he's like an open book, if you'll excuse the expression. He would have ended up giving away what we knew about the Shadow Organization, completely inadvertently, of course, if he had found out what we knew. That's why we decided very early on not to involve him. For his own good.'

'What happened with the plan?' asked Katherina. 'Were you ever contacted by the Shadow Organization?'

Tom shook his head. 'Never.' He clasped his hands in front of him. 'But they might have had a hard time finding me. During that time I was pretty paranoid. Truth be told, Marianne's suicide nearly scared the life out of me, and I tried to protect myself as best I could. After a while I left everything behind and moved out here.' He let his gaze slide over the room. 'Only Luca knew where I was, or at least so I thought.' His red lips opened in a big smile. 'Until today.'

'Shh,' said Katherina suddenly, raising her hand.

Tom tilted his head to the side and closed his eyes. As he sat there on the ottoman with his hands clasped, he looked like a meditating monk. Jon turned to face Katherina, sitting beside him.

'No trespassing,' she whispered.

Jon nodded that he understood and leaned back against the sofa. Right now he wished he could hear what they heard so that he could at least participate.

'Private property,' said Katherina.

'The second sign,' Tom interjected.

Jon looked from one to the other. They both had their eyes closed and were sitting in the same position as when it started, concentrating and not daring to move.

'Trespassers will be reported to the police,' growled Tom. 'They're in the woods.'

'Three people,' Katherina added.

If he hadn't been afraid of breaking their concentration, Jon would have jumped up and run outside to see who was approaching. But he didn't dare do anything except sit motionless on the sofa. Jon let his eyes scan the room. The mosaic of book spines made the room seem less empty than it actually was, maybe because the books were apparently so randomly placed. He leaned forward towards the nearest bookshelf.

'No, Jon,' exclaimed Katherina loudly.

'MichelFoucaultGünterGrassWordsAndThingsLullabyThomasPynchonMason&DixonRichardFordSusanSontagFinnCollinTheAnatomyOfHatredTheLastValkyrieSonOfTheWindArturoPérez ReverteMarcelProustSnowFalling ...'

The flow of titles and author names that Jon was reading drowned out the reception of the individuals who were on their way to the farm.

'Stop it,' Katherin commanded.

Jon glanced at her in surprise, but his expression quickly changed to remorse. He fixed his eyes on the floor.

Katherina closed her eyes and again focused on receiving, but she couldn't pick up anything more. What did that mean? Had they stopped, or were they in between two signs? Even though it was convenient to receive from a distance, it was also frustrating not to be able to see what was really happening.

She jumped up from the sofa and ran through the rooms to the door. There she fumbled with the three bolts that were preventing her from exiting. When she finally flung the door open, the other two were right behind her.

Outside all three of them ran towards the track. Jon was faster than the others, so he went on ahead until he reached the first turn. There he came to an abrupt halt. When Katherina and Tom caught up to him they saw a grey Land Rover backing down the track away from them. The shadows of the trees made it impossible to see who or how many people were in the vehicle. Katherina was about to run after it when Jon stopped her.

'They picked somebody up,' he explained. 'A guy came out of the trees on the left. There might have been more.'

Katherina peered through the tree trunks but the dense firs prevented her from seeing more than a couple of metres into the woods. The car had disappeared from sight but they could still hear the engine. It was driving away at a great speed.

'Did you get the number?' asked Katherina.

Jon shook his head. 'TX or something like that.'

'I'll get my shotgun,' said Tom and ran back to the house before the others could react.

'What did the man look like?' asked Katherina. 'Did you recognize him?'

'No,' replied Jon. 'He was short and thin, wearing hunting gear, with a hat and all the rest.'

'And a rifle?'

'Maybe. But I didn't see it.'

Jon took several steps forward, peering into the woods. They stood there for a couple of minutes and listened without hearing anything but the wind in the treetops.

'I'm sorry I ruined things,' he said without taking his eyes off the trees. 'I'm still not used to the idea that reading can be so revealing. All my life I've thought that reading silently was a private matter, a sort of personal space I could enter and be in all alone. But in reality I've been broadcasting like a radio station.'

'A radio station with an imperceptibly small number of listeners,' Katherina pointed out. 'Most people can spend an entire lifetime reading and never run into a receiver.'

'They do conceal themselves well,' said Jon with a smile. He nodded towards the farm. 'Yes, I know, Tom is a special case.' His smile vanished, and he gave her a searching glance. 'Very special. The question is, can we trust him?'

'Do we have any choice?'

'I've heard so many incredible things during the past week that this almost makes sense.' Jon once again fixed his eyes on the trees. 'At least it explains a lot of what has happened, to Luca in particular. I sure could have used that information a little earlier.'

Katherina noticed that his hands were clenched and his knuckles were white.

'The most unbelievable thing for me is that Luca never said anything,' she said. 'Not even to Iversen.'

Jon raised his hand to signal her to be quiet. In among the trees they could hear branches snapping and the sound of footsteps in the underbrush. Jon took a few more steps along the track and Katherina followed. Now they could make out a figure heading straight for them, and they could hear panting from the exertion required to push aside the intertwined branches.

Out of the shadows stepped Tom, red in the face and gasping for air. Under his arm he carried a shotgun adorned with twigs that had been torn off as he made his way through the woods.

'Nothing,' he told them after catching his breath. 'If anyone was here, he's gone now.' He handed the gun to Jon so he could brush the twigs and leaves out of his hair and beard.

Neither Katherina nor Jon had much desire to return to the dark farmhouse. Tom fell behind as they strolled up to the yard where the cars were parked. It was cold, but Katherina enjoyed the fresh air after the stuffy atmosphere inside the house.

'Who do you think it was?' asked Jon after they reached the yard and Tom had caught up.

'If it was the Shadow Organization, that's the closest I've ever been to them,' said Tom, reaching for his shotgun. Jon returned the gun to its owner, who carefully wiped off the dirt and dust from the barrel and butt.

'Did anyone follow you here?' asked Tom without taking his eyes off what he was doing.

Jon shook his head. 'I didn't notice anyone.'

'Seems a little odd that they'd show up on the very same day that you turn up here,' said Tom, casting a sidelong glance at both of them. 'Who knew where you were going?'

'Iversen and Pau,' replied Katherina.

'And my computer guy,' added Jon.

'Do you trust them?'

Katherina and Jon both nodded.

Tom scanned the buildings around them and gave a little sigh. 'I'd like you to leave now,' he said calmly.

Katherina and Jon exchanged glances.

'Shouldn't we stay for a little while, in case they come back?' asked Jon.

'No thanks,' said Tom, taking a step back. 'I can take care of myself. I've been doing that for twenty years. Please just leave me alone.'

As he stood there facing them with his shotgun under his arm, Katherina couldn't help feeling that his words were more than just a polite request. Even though his voice was controlled, Tom's body seemed tense, and his eyes kept shifting from one of them to the other.

'Let's go,' Katherina said softly, before Jon could object. 'Thanks for everything, Tom. You've given us some important information today, and we'll do our best to make good use of it. Of course, we hope to see you again. If the Shadow Organization really does exist and it's launching some sort of offensive, we'll need everyone's help.'

Tom nodded, though he had a slightly dubious look in his eyes. He watched them carefully as they got into the car. As they drove away, Katherina studied him in the mirror. Nørreskov stood in the farmyard and watched them for a moment, then he turned round and quickly walked towards the main building.

'A little paranoid, don't you think?' said Jon after they'd come out on the other side of the woods.

'All those years alone in this place would make me a bit odd, too,' said Katherina, hurrying to add: 'Even odder, I mean.'

They drove back to Copenhagen in silence. Katherina sensed that Jon would prefer to think through the new information on his own, and she spent the time looking for cars that might be following them. But they reached Copenhagen without seeing any Land Rovers or other suspicious vehicles, and their mood lifted significantly when they drove in among the tall buildings of the town centre.

Jon turned off the engine in front of Libri di Luca, but he made no move to get out of the car.

'I think I need some time to think about all this,' he said, giving her an apologetic look.

'Of course,' said Katherina. 'Take your time. Let me know if there's anything I can do.' Through the shop windows she could see Pau walking around inside. 'What do we tell the others?' she asked, nodding towards Pau, who had taken up position in the window with his hands on his hips and his eyes fixed on them.

'I've been thinking about the same thing,' said Jon. 'All my father's secrecy certainly didn't do him any good – on the contrary. So maybe we should just lay our cards on the table and tell them everything.' He shrugged. 'Maybe that would make someone give himself away, if there really is a mole in the Bibliophile Society.'

Katherina nodded. 'This evening I'm going over to the hospital to visit Iversen,' she said. 'So I'll tell him what we found out. I think we owe it to him to be the first to know.'

'Good. Then I'll tell Kortmann tomorrow.'

Katherina said goodbye and got out of the car. Jon started up the Mercedes, but she noticed that he didn't drive off until she was safely inside.

'Well?' said Pau even before she had shut the door. 'What happened down there?'

Katherina glanced around the room to make sure no customers were present.

'He's not the one behind it all,' she said. 'I can't tell you anything more right now.'

'Arghh! Come on, Katherina,' exclaimed Pau, disappointed. 'What was he like? Tell me. I dropped everything, you know, to take your shift.'

Katherina sighed. She told Pau about Tom Nørreskov's solitary life and about the farm, but nothing about the Shadow Organization or his connection with Luca.

'What a weirdo,' muttered Pau when she was done talking, but she refused to be pressured by Pau to say anything more. 'I wonder what he's really doing out there on a farm in the middle of nowhere.'

Katherina escaped commenting because at that moment a customer came in.

For the rest of the day she evaded Pau's questions and then sent him home before closing time so she could be alone. After locking up, she got on her bicycle and rode over to the State University Hospital. On the way she bought a pepperoni pizza, and the aroma made everyone in the hospital turn to look at her with a pleading look in their eyes.

Iversen looked as if he'd fully recovered. The small man was sitting up in bed, and his face lit up with a big smile when she came into his room. He laughed out loud when he saw that she'd brought him a pizza.

'I actually just ate,' he said. 'If you can call it eating, considering the food in this place.' He patted the bedclothes covering his stomach. 'But there's always room for a pepperoni pizza.'

With great joy he bit into a slice of pizza as Katherina told him what she and Jon had been doing. She recounted everything Tom Nørreskov had told them. Several times Iversen was so surprised by what she said he almost choked on his food. But he let her talk until she was done and he had finished his meal.

'I've always known that Luca was harbouring a few little secrets, but this goes way beyond my wildest imagination.' Pensively he wiped his mouth. 'Is it really true that I can't be trusted?'

'Of course you can,' said Katherina. 'You might say that it's your open heart that gives you away.'

Iversen shook his head. 'If I'd only known, I would have paid closer attention, and maybe I could have helped.'

Katherina took his hand. It was warm and dry.

'You did help him, as a friend and colleague. That was what he needed.'

Iversen shrugged. 'We'll never know now,' he said with a sigh. 'I'm glad you told me. But do you think it was wise? What if I happen to give away the fact that we know about the Shadow Organization?'

Katherina squeezed his hand. 'Everybody in the Society is going to know about it now,' she said solemnly. 'We're going to need the help of every single person if we want to fight back.'

They sat together for a couple of minutes, holding hands and not saying a word.

'How blind I've been,' Iversen then said bitterly. 'So many pieces of the puzzle are suddenly falling into place. Tom's banishment, Luca's reaction to Marianne's suicide, Jon being sent to a foster home. It's incredible how that little man could have kept such big secrets to himself.'

'Luca probably found support with Tom,' Katherina suggested.

'Tom,' said Iversen to himself, shaking his head. 'They sure pulled the wool over our eyes.'

'But they paid a high price,' Katherina pointed out.

'We have to take Tom back,' said Iversen firmly. 'After the way we treated him, we have to make it up to him somehow.' He slapped the bedclothes. 'And we need him. Who better to help us against the Shadow Organization? He's the expert.'

'I don't think you should count on him wanting to leave his farm,' said Katherina. 'All Tom seems to be interested in is looking out for himself. Not that I blame him, after what he's been through.'

'There must be something we can do.'

'It would probably be best to leave him in peace.'

'That'll be difficult if we're going to convince the others. Will Kortmann – or Clara, for that matter – accept this explanation without having Tom here to confirm your story?'

'They'll have to. And they'll listen to Jon. He's the one who has been most affected by what happened. Tom chose his own fate, in a way. While Jon was cheated out of his. But who knows what would have happened if he had stayed with Luca?'

'How did Jon take it?' Iversen asked with concern.

'Considering the circumstances, he was surprisingly calm,' said Katherina. 'It's hard to say what he's feeling. In that sense, he resembles Luca – he's much too good at keeping secrets. I think he's bitter that he was never told the truth.'

'I suppose we all are, to some extent. Whether it was justified or not, it's never fun to be kept in the dark. Maybe this will present an opportunity for reuniting the Bibliophile Society – which was always Luca's dream.'

'There might still be traitors among us,' Katherina pointed out.

'True enough. It could be more true than ever, in fact, but it's time to smoke them out, and for that we'll need everybody's help. Especially Jon's.'

'And Kortmann?'

'Kortmann and Clara are just going to have to bury the hatchet,' exclaimed Iversen furiously. 'Even if I have to force them to pick up the spade to do it.'

Katherina noticed that the ECG, still hooked up to Iversen's body, was making some rapid upswings. She patted his hand.

'Take it easy, Iversen, or you're going to bring the whole hospital running.'

The next day was the first time Katherina opened the bookshop with the knowledge that the contents of the numerous shelves were not always used for a good purpose. Until then she had regarded the job of selling books as honourable – an occupation whose intention was to enlighten people and provide them with valuable experiences. Now she had the feeling that she might as well be working in a gun shop. There were individuals who would use the books she sold them to hurt others. She'd known for a long time, of course, that the risk existed, but this was the first day that she realized it was being done deliberately, and in an organized manner.