Chapter 23 Chapter 23 Passengers

She was the only passenger on the bus.Stina leaned her forehead against the window so she could not see her reflection.She looked at the empty and dark bus stop, hoping that someone would get on the bus, but she hoped that no one would get on the bus. He sat by the window of Crabbe's restaurant with a glass of beer in front of him, staring at her without moving.Wool hat, blond hair, wild blue eyes.There was a smile in his eyes, his eyes were sharp, and at the same time, he called her name with pleading meaning.Stina told Maheda that she wanted to go home, but Maheda had just started chatting with an old American gentleman and wanted to stay longer, so Stina picked up her coat and ran from Crabbe's to the station, where she sat Get on the bus bound for Fran.

She looked at the red numbers on the digital clock above the driver's head, wishing the doors would close and the bus would start moving.One minute left to drive. She didn't look up.Even when she heard the running footsteps, the gasping voice of buying a ticket from the driver ahead, even when he sat down next to her, she didn't look up. "Hey, Stina, you seem to be avoiding me." "Oh, hey, Elias," Stina said, her eyes still on the rain-soaked asphalt.Why is she sitting at the end of the bus, so far away from the driver? "You know what? You're not supposed to be out alone at night."

"Shouldn't it?" Stina murmured, hoping someone would get on the bus, anyone. "Have you read the newspapers? Two women were killed in Oslo, and a member of parliament was added a few days ago. What's her name?" "I don't know." Stina lied, her heart beating faster. "Merry Olsen," Elias said, "she's a member of the Socialist Party. The other two women are Borgney and Charlotte. Haven't you heard of them, Stina?" "I don't read newspapers," said Stina.Come up a few more passengers. "Three of them are good women," Elias said.

"Of course, you know them, don't you?" Stina immediately regretted the sarcasm in which she spoke out of fear. "Not much," Elias said, "but first impressions are good. You know, I value first impressions." Stina watched as Elias carefully placed his hands on her lap. "You..." she said.She only said such a word, but she could still hear the begging tone in her voice. "What's the matter, Stina?" Stina looked up at Elias, only to see that his face was defenseless like a child, with sincere curiosity in his eyes.Stina wanted to jump up and scream, but then she heard footsteps ahead and the driver's voice talking loudly.A passenger got on the bus, a man.The man walked towards the back of the car, and Stina tried to meet his eyes, hoping he would understand, but the man's hat brim covered half of his face, and he was busy counting the change and putting the ticket into his wallet.The man sat down in the seat behind them, and Stina breathed a little easier.

"It's incredible that the police haven't found out that they're related," Elias said. Staying at Horvath Cottage. Do you think I should tell the police?" "Maybe." Stina whispered.If she was quick, she might be able to squeeze past Elias and jump off the bus.But before she could think it through, she heard the hiss of the hydraulic system, the doors closed, and the bus began to move.She closed her eyes. "I just don't want to be involved in these murders. I hope you can understand this, Stina." Stina nodded slowly, her eyes still closed.

"Very well, then I can tell you about another person who also spent the night in that cottage. I think you must have heard of this person."