Black Notice
By Lotte Petri
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In a sleepy seaside town outside Copenhagen, a strange light at the bottom of the harbour has the police call in a military diver with a speciality in wet crime scenes. Deep down in the dark water sits a car, with the dead body of a young woman in the driver's seat. The dead woman seems to have been the victim of a sadistic surgery.
On some jagged cliffs off of a rural town in the south of Norway, a dog walker finds a partly skeletal corpse wearing a wetsuit. In their search for the identity of the victim, local police send out a black notice through Interpol, and before long another dead girl in a similar wetsuit is found all the way down in Holland.
But when a woman bearing a scar similar to the others is found lifeless and icy cold in a forest lake, she could be the most important witness for the police — if only they are able to bring her back from the dead.Partly based on actual events, Black Notice is a thrilling Scandi Noir following the international hunt for a ruthless serial killer. Perfect for fans of Jo Nesbo, Samuel Bjork and Cara Hunter.-
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Black Notice - Lotte Petri
Lotte Petri
Black Notice
SAGA Egmont
Black Notice
Translated by Martin Reib Petersen
Original title: Black notice
Original language: Danish
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Chapter 1:5
The Flowers of Evil
A foul carcass on a gravel strewn bed
Its legs raised in the air, like a lustful woman
Burning and dripping with poisons
(An excerpt from the poem A Carcass
by Charles Baudelaire)
National hospital, copenhagen
Sara’s ears popped uncomfortably as the lift rushed down to the basement level where the staff changing rooms were situated. Her mouth felt dry, and the onset of a headache felt like a helmet tightening around her temples. Sara was exhausted after her night shift in the Neurosurgical ward. She couldn’t help but think of the little boy’s face; the eyes were shut so firmly, as if he could not bear what he had witnessed. His father had hit a tree by the side of the road and died instantly. Sara had noticed that the usually upbeat and talkative ambulance crew had been downcast and silent when they delivered the boy to the department. She sensed that this was one of the rescues they would never forget; the ones that would burn themselves into their thoughts and give them nightmares. The chief surgeon had displayed some of that same solemnity when he had informed the rest of the staff of the boy’s condition. It could go both ways, he said, but if the boy did survive, there was a substantial risk of brain damage.
The double doors slid silently open. Sara went out of the lift and down the long basement corridor, rubbing her temple. The ache was throbbing to the rhythm of her heartbeat. She heard the sound of footsteps, turned around, and saw a tall figure clad in white. Whoever it was gave her a wave as a greeting. She was not entirely sure who it was, but she felt as if she’d seen him before, and she waved back.
Down in the basement of the leading hospital in the nation, it felt like a different world. The light was slightly dim, and the chilled air moving through the subterranean corridors carried a smell of disinfectant. She followed the multi-coloured walkway stripes on the linoleum floors which formed complex patterns in bright colours. Even so, the overall impression of the basement was rather gloomy, and she was not too fond of being there all by herself.
Sara entered the locker room and yawned as she went through the familiar motions of getting ready to go home.
A small mirror on the inside of her locker door showed an exhausted and pale version of herself. The dark lines under her eyes were a clear sign that she hadn’t been getting enough sleep. Some were better at staying awake for night shifts than others. She mostly struggled to fall asleep when she got home, because the impressions from the busy night shift were swirling around in her mind. And yet, she preferred the night shifts and the temporary calm in the ward. A calm that, in Neurosurgery, meant a sort of slumbering readiness. Death was always right around the corner, and some of the patients managed to sneak past her professional armour and make a lasting impression, as the little boy had done.
The row of metal lockers cast still shadows, and the silence of the locker room was eerie. There was a small clicking noise when she opened the buttons on her scrubs, and she let them fall down around her ankles. She undid the clasp of her bra and quickly rubbed the area where the straps had dug into her skin. Then she took off her pantyhose and rolled down her knickers. Sara gathered up her underwear, put it in the bottom of her locker, and closed the door. She picked up the scrubs and put them in an almost-full yellow laundry sack, then tiptoed over to a table where there was a stack of towels. She smiled tiredly at the size of them, which reminded her of a washcloth. Then she walked over to the shower stalls. Sara hung her towel on a peg, turned on the water and got a handful of soap from a dispenser on the wall. She washed herself and enjoyed the heat of the prickly spray of water for a little while, then switched off the tap. She dried herself with the rough towel but froze when she heard a noise. It sounded like a locker being slammed shut. Hard enough to reverberate on the concrete. She left the shower stall and approached her locker. The chill from the floor came up through her feet and made the heat from the water evaporate. She froze when she noticed that her locker was slightly ajar. She was certain that she had shut it before showering. Is anyone there?
she called.
There was no reply.
Theoretically, someone could be hiding behind the row of tall lockers without being seen. She wondered about the door to her locker. Sara shook her head at herself. She wasn’t actually certain that she had shut it. She tried to push the unpleasant thoughts away as she was starting to feel cold. Sara slowly opened the locker as wide as it would get and started looking for the knickers and bra at the bottom. But she soon realised that her underwear was gone. She looked around the floor and a narrow bench where someone had dropped a cardigan. But her underwear seemed to have vanished. She suddenly felt herself trembling, and the exhaustion was replaced by a sense of unease at the thought of someone stealing her underwear. The red satin set was a delightful secret contrast to all the white. She had chosen it deliberately, in case the handsome young intern might visit the ward. She and her colleagues had immediately started referring to him as Doctor Charming. She found it easier to flirt with someone when she was dressed for the occasion, as opposed to just wearing ordinary knickers and a faded cotton bra. But who would steal her underwear? The question was bouncing around in her mind. She guessed that it had to be one of the orderlies. They would occasionally play practical jokes in a primitive attempt to initiate an acquaintance with the female staff. And yet, she doubted they would go this far. Sara was really starting to freeze, and she put on her clothes. It felt strange not to wear underwear underneath. She put on her knee-high boots and her long coat and hurried out of the locker room. The corridor felt even more sinister now, and she walked even faster. Her footsteps echoed loudly between the grey walls. The sky was an inky black outside, even though it was almost seven in the morning. A lot of snow had fallen during her shift. In front of the concrete entrance to the hospital, she spotted her co-worker, Lina, who was leaning against the wall having a smoke. Lina worked in the Emergencies ward, which was in the basement. Sara waved at her and walked over. Some freak stole my underwear,
Sara said eventually, after lighting a cigarette. What?
Some freak pinched it while I was in the shower.
Scary,
Lina said, smoke seeping out of her mouth. Probably one of the orderlies. Some of them seem really weird!
Sara nodded, and Lina continued:
Or it might be one of the patients from the Psychiatric ward. Never know what they might do.
Lina noticed Sara’s expression. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.
I’m too tired to be scared,
Sara muttered gloomily. A while ago, I heard one of the nurses say that someone steals underwear from the locker room. But honestly, I thought she was just trying to sound interesting in front of Doctor Charming… He is on duty this week. Have you heard that he got together with one of the night staff from the Medical ward?
Sara shook her head and felt a slight pang of irritation. He had seemed quite interested in her the other night, when they had bumped into each other on the ground floor. Sara stared out into the darkness and took one last puff of her cigarette. She had smoked it so fast that it was warm. I’m going home, would you like a ride?
No thank you, I’ve got my bike, but drive safely,
Lina said while disappearing into the darkness towards the bike racks. The scent of musky perfume lingered in the air for a moment. Sara started walking over to the street next to the hospital where she had parked her car. Parking spaces for the staff at the hospital were always in short supply, even with the brand-new parking structure that had been built.
The outline of her car was obscured by a thick layer of snow. She prayed that it would start, seeing as it had been complaining the past evening as she left home. She brushed snow off the windshield with her arm and muttered a few expletives. As if the snow wasn’t bad enough, the windows were covered in ice. She unlocked the door and got inside the car. It felt like a deep freezer. She put the key in the ignition and turned it.
No sound emerged except something that resembled a muffled cough. It wasn’t until the fourth attempt that the chilled engine started. It took her a long time to scrape the ice off the windows, and by the time she had finished her fingers were numb from the cold. She slid into the driver seat and carefully reversed out of the parking space. The sound of another car reached her at the end of the road, and through the misty rear window she could barely make out the silhouette of a white van. The light from its bright headlights lit up the interior of her car. She carefully turned into the street and felt the rear wheels slip a tiny bit. Sara drove very slowly on the slippery surface, and she was annoyed that the white van wouldn’t keep at a safe distance. She tried to focus on something else, but it followed her as stubbornly as a wasp, and the gap between her rear bumper and the van kept getting smaller and smaller. After a while, Sara decided to pull over and let the van pass. She slowed down and felt her car’s suspension groaning as she went up on a curb that had been hidden by the snow, and she parked rather clumsily. The van quickly went past her, spraying dirty snow from the road onto her side windows with a heavy thud. It had started snowing a whole lot, and in an instant her view was covered, before the hard-at-work wipers, moving as if waving slowly, managed to push away the snow, leaving a red glare from the taillights of the van. He had to have had his full beam on. The light was so blinding, it had almost hurt her eyes. Under the streetlight, she could see that the white van was so shiny as to look newly washed, as opposed to her own car, on which some joker had written wash me in the grime only the other day. The van had to have been parked in a garage, since it wasn’t completely covered in snow. It struck her that it looked like one of those police vans they used to blitz drivers with speed radars. Sara slowly slid the car back to the street and found the brown tracks left by other cars, while taking deep breaths to get her heart rate under control. She rolled down the window slightly to get rid of the humidity inside, and the scent of snow filled her mind. Her fingers started tingling as her body got warmer, and she started feeling drowsy.
Sara drove past the large, artificial lakes in central Copenhagen, where the water was black and shiny, and the snow-covered shapes of the chestnut trees provided a beautiful contrast to the dark surface of the water, where the familiar neon advertisements shimmered in all the colours of the rainbow. The overall impression was one of beauty, and she felt a sense of calm washing over her. She turned on the radio and enjoyed the music while letting her thoughts go where they may. Had it been a weekday, she would likely have been stuck in a traffic jam. But on this Sunday morning, she almost had the streets to herself. When she had almost reached her flat on the island of Amager, she spotted something out of the corner of her eye. A square silhouette in a small side street where two bright lights were suddenly lit like two spotlights illuminating the snowflakes whirling around in furious circles. Then the deep rumble of an engine being switched on filled the car. The driver floored it. Again, the square shape of the van was right behind her, and the distance between them rapidly shrunk. A smothering sensation of panic spread through her body, and she put her foot on the accelerator while clutching the steering wheel hard. The engine responded agonisingly slowly, and the lights of the van were so close, it seemed a crash was inevitable. Then, the blinding light disappeared. Confused, she looked out of the window and saw that the van was overtaking her. It gathered speed quickly, and as if in slow-motion, she sensed that the driver’s hazardous manoeuvre was becoming terrifying in a new way, when they turned right in front of her car and blocked the road. The street was quite narrow, and there was no gap in the row of parked cars on the right, so she had nowhere to pull over. She couldn’t do anything other than braking abruptly. Sara took her foot off the gas and stood on the brake, feeling the car beginning to swerve as the tires lost their grip. The white van was still now, and its outline grew and grew as she approached. Her car slid to a halt only a few metres from it. A strange silence descended, interrupted only by the humming of the engine. She looked at her white knuckles and fingers, still grasping the steering wheel like tight cords. A black shape appeared in the side window of the van. Just as quickly, it vanished, only to reappear in much more vivid detail as a contrast to all the whiteness. She felt a paralysing sensation in her body, like a premonition that something dreadful was about to happen. But then, the dim streetlight showed the contours of a familiar face. She realised that it was the co-worker who had waved at her in the basement of the hospital. The oval shape of the face was shining in the light, and he squinted at her headlights as he slowly approached. The eyes that were visible under a black hood were cold and dark, and the smile was completely fake and forced. When he reached her car, she saw that one of his eyes was bottomless and black, like the eye of a snake. She didn’t have time to think anything else before she felt the sudden drop in pressure as her door was torn open, and the snow-scented air mixed with exhaust fumes rushed inside. The first punch struck her face. The second was aimed