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Jo hung up the phone and then went back from the kitchen into the living room and sat back down on the sofa.

“And?”

“Forty-five minutes.”

He made a displeased face. “Are you serious? They need solid 45 minutes for a pizza delivery?”

Jo shrugged. "Obviously."

Andy also gave up on complaining. “Where have we stopped before you saved yourself to the phone?”

Jo smiled and leaned back in her corner of the sofa. “I cannot remember?”

Andy threw a pillow at her.

“Seriously, I do not remember where I left off.”

“That your uncle has squandered your wealth in the stock market.”

“Oh, yes. That was quite a shock for mom.” She took the pillow and hugged it against her chest. “The Testament said that we had to live one year in Kirkwall before she could run on her part. "

“And her part of it was what?”

Jo twisted her mouth. “The legal part of the money that Gamlen could not lay his hands on and the house. Gamlen did have residency rights, but could not make a fast buck with.”

“As though your grandfather would have guessed it.”

“He probably did.” She grinned. “So we have bridged this dumb year somehow and then mother had sold the house.”

Andy whistled impressed. "That should have brought a lot of money."

"Put it this way, she was able to pay my complete studies, the one of Beth, Carver's two years at College before he had joined the Navy, bought a small house and now can live off with the interest and her widow's pretty good."

"If I had known sooner that you're so rich ..."

Jo threw back the pillow and it hit him on the head. “Buffoon. Who has the better paying job, Mr. Chief Pathologist? Huh? “

He laughed as he pushed his hair back behind his ears. “But I have no savings.”

“How should you, if you put your whole money in all sorts of charity projects." Jo shook her head.

She knew Anders Övergaard for 3 years now and had never seen that he bought something for himself - Nothing that he did not necessarily need. She had seen his home and knew it was small and not located in the best part of Kirkwall. On her first visit, Jo was probably a little taken aback when she had looked at the apartment. He had bluntly told her that he would work in a nonprofit hospital right near there in his spare time and that he would donate a lot of money for medicines and medical materials. In addition to funds for a program to tackle child poverty.

She was surprised to say the least. She knew that Anders was a man who did not tolerate injustice. At some crime scenes he had been fairly clear when it came to conclusions about perpetrators. However, she had not expected this. So these evenings when they sat together like this were rare and in the past few years they never really had a chance to speak about these very private things of their pasts. Even though they always exchanged current events.

"How do you get to actually donate half your salary to charity? That's ... unusual.” She made a helplessly face. “I mean”, she quickly relented when she realized how strange that must have sounded. “If someone gets to know you, he’s not prepared for this. You .. uh give yourself not at first glance as a benefactor.” She looked at him a little uneasy.

Andy laughed. "So I am an unusual non-benefactor when one gets to know me. Aha.” He winked at Jo, who seemed a little embarrassed. “No, seriously. In my home, the social network is much better than here. When I came here, almost penniless and with nothing more than a lot of plans, I was shocked. "

Jo looked at him quizzically. “Is it so much better in Europe?”

Andy shook his head and reached for his beer. "Not everywhere, but in some countries it is."

"Sweden, right?" She persisted again.

"Yes, exactly. This is one of the countries where it is not perfect, neither as bad as it could be. And in any case better than here. "

Jo grinned sarcastically. “That's no big deal. And what made you decide to leave this paradise? It was hardly an outlet for your charity drive.” She winked at him.

Andy didn’t reply, but looked seriously at the bottle in his hand.

"Did I say something wrong?" Josephine was not always the most talented person when it came to words. She was usually too blunt and sometimes quite insensitive when she was not careful.

Andy shook his head. "No, not really. I've just realized the fact that it’s almost been 10 years already. "

Jo shook her head in incomprehension.

"I've been here almost 10 years. Without talking to my father.”

"Seriously?"

"Yup." He took a sip of his beer and looked at her again. His brown eyes looked very sad now.

"Oh boy. Want to tell me?"

He shrugged. "There's not much to tell. I did not comply with what my father wanted. Argument arose and I left. "

Jo pulled her dark eyebrows upwards. "And the traceable version?"

Anders sighed and ran his hand through his mid-length hair. "Can you put off your professional tenacity occasionally?"

Jo smiled briefly about it and then took a sip of her own beer.

"All right. As my father had wished, I laid the foundation course for medicine in Sweden. Then I walked over my first internship in surgery. But honestly, it just wasn’t my thing.” He shook his head.

"What do you mean?"

He sighed again and then lifted his shoulders. "The people were left behind. After a very short time I had been responsible for a part of the ward and have been there for many hours each day to only fit the general requirements, and I will not even start with my own. My dad kept telling me I needed to differentiate myself better. But seriously, I did not want to.” He took a swig. “One evening, on a weekend, a man was brought by police escort. During his examination I found inconsistencies that left me somewhat puzzled when it came to the murder he was accused of. At that moment I could not do much. Next day, when I was out of the hospital, I contacted the forensic institute in conjunction. Since I was involved practically in the investigation I received the forensic scientist soon, who was responsible for the case. We had an interesting conversation, and he invited me to come over. Since I was already familiar with sufficient details after I had studied the man. "

"And you, of course, did accept - who needs sleep anyway."

He grinned. “Right. I assisted him in the autopsy and could synchronize with what I had found at the accused. He did not commit this murder. "

"And whom was he said to have killed?"

Andy grinned. He had known that she would ask. She could never be satisfied with half information. "He was accused of killing his wife and then let it look like suicide."

"And what made you suspicious?"

"He had very strange injuries."

"Who says he's not sustained the injuries in the murder?"

"He." Andy looked at her seriously.

Jo pulled her brow in disbelief. "And?"

"He did not kill his wife. She had thrown herself from her balcony - with a rope around the neck. He tried to pull her back up. The bruises on his hips and ribs matched the crime scene, as I got to see later. But at first they left me... well, particularly startled. And the way he spoke of his wife.” Andy shook his head.

"And why was the police convinced that it had been him?"

Andy took another swig from his bottle. "That's the ironic thing. He had just been released from prison for assault: Domestic violence against his wife, probably for years until she finally dared to inform the police. So the presumption of the Officers, or Detectives, was not that far fetched. "

Jo grunted disapprovingly. “She's dead, and he is free?"

Andy grinned. "No. He was arrested during the investigation of drug possession and abuse. The toxicological report of his wife had revealed that she had been drugged too when she had taken her own life.”

"The same as he?"

Andy nodded. "It was not fully reconstructed. But at the basis of the blood sample and the Toxscreens I had made in the hospital, it could be assumed that they had consumed it together. Hours before it came to the event."

"Are you sure it had not been him?"

"Pretty. He beat her and treated her like shit and yet he did not want to kill her. No battle scars that matched the accident, nothing which indicated that she had defended herself. But she was not dead when she jumped. Her cervical spine was still intact."

"So it is not likely she had jumped from the railing, but had lowered herself?" Actually, it was a statement, but it sounded more like a question.

"Strange, isn’t it?"

"Why would you prefer suffocation to the much faster broken neck?”

Andy shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe she didn’t want to die either. I cannot tell you. What we found, however, was that he had developed a hematoma, as he tried to pull her up again. But her shoes had been caught in a column and he had to pull very violently, to rid them eventually. "

"Was she ...?"

"I hope so. He has given no indication. "

"Okay. So he had received a penalty afterwards, because he is a bastard who beat his wife and drugged her. But what was about you? "

He grinned, his eyes twinkling again. “My ambition was piqued. The forensic scientist at the Institute told me that there would always be inconsistencies which escape and the doctors, even if they find some mistake, will not report. They bow to their fate and the general opinion that the police would probably already be in the right. This would occasionally lead to convictions that were false. Much worse, however, is the fact that the police often do not let the doctors interfere in the police’s job. They prefer to take the easier route.”

"And in thy youthful folly you have believed it?"

"How many of your partners in your time as a police officer have arrested or stripped a guy just because he looked like he was dangerous, or because he was already known, without any other known connection? "

"Okay. Yes, it happened once in a while. But in this day and age ... "

"Jo, please. Do not radiate from yourself. You let yourself not be impressed easily and you have a good feel for this. Damn, you're friends with petty criminals. "

She giggled. “Well, ‘friends’ is a little bit exaggerated now. I have met a few times with her. "

"And where has it taken you?" He looked at her with a grin. He knew perfectly well what had happened between the two women.

Jo laughed, a little embarrassed. "Yes, yes, all right." This little adventure was definitely not one of her worst. Quite the contrary. "Explains all this, but I still don’t know why you're here now. Where does your father fit in there?"

"After that, I had tried to spend my free time again as usual with fun, sex and alcohol – the little free time I had- just like before. But I caught myself more often with a beer or wine on the sofa and in research on forensic science.” He smiled. “Eventually I realized that I did not feel comfortable with what I was doing professionally. I followed a goal that was not mine. Just because my father had expected it form me. I felt locked away in his imagination, what my life had to look like. A doctor who establishes himself sometime, starts a family with a good reputation and who enjoys a big bank account and a Jaguar in the Garage. "

"That almost sounds like a prison - a golden one-, but nevertheless it remains a prison, right?"

"Yes, no matter how well it is disguised. So I had informed my father that I would cancel my internship to enroll me in Uppsala at the medical school, so I can study forensic science,
instead of postgraduate studies to decide after my internship for a field of study and carry on my doctorate. "

"And he had not taken it well, I presume?"

Anders shook his head, a bitter grin tugging at his. "Not good does not even come close. He was the personification of anger. And I'm just me, so I was not ready to retreat even a single step. I wanted to get out of this crap. The upshot was that he introduced me to a choice: either I would be a doctor, as we had planned, or I could see how I would finance the second degree. I then opted for the latter option. "

Jo grinned. “But why here? I mean an entire continent away? "

Anders wasn’t able to answer before the doorbell rang. Jo clapped her hands excitedly. "Food!" she grinned and jumped up from the sofa. She took her wallet out of her jacket on the coat rack and then opened the door.

"Your delivery, Miss." The supplier reiterated what they had ordered, and then took the money from Jo as she took the pizza from him in contrary.

Frowning, she went back to the sofa and placed the box on the table. "Andy, it's a family pizza."

"Perfect, I have massive hunger."

Jo shook her head and left to take napkins and two new bottles of beer from the kitchen, while Andy opened the box and pulled the pieces apart.

"Your father has thus refused to pay for the study. But that is not necessarily a reason to drop everything and move to the U.S. ", she took up the conversation again when she came back.

He nodded as he grabbed the first piece. "Yeah," he mumbled with his mouth full. When he had swallowed he spoke again. "But Uppsala was still too close to him. He found one reason per week why he would call me to give me a new argument and rub under my nose why I would not make it and why it was a stupid idea.” He bit in his pizza and chewed thoughtfully.

"He really seems to be your father."

Andy sighed when he had washed down the pizza with a swig of beer. "Unfortunately, yes. My mother still largely supported me. She sent me little care packages; pasta, bread, just things that could be sent by mail and not get noticed.” He took another sip of beer. “He even had found me, when I've gained a different phone number. "

"What did he say?"

"His most frequently named argument was that I would throw away a perfect training for a ridiculous idea. I would mess up my whole career. He did not understand that it was not about career. And even if so, I do also have open career opportunities in this job.” He paused again and returned to silently eating his pizza. Jo did the same.

She thought about her mother's reaction in the days when she had opted for the police career. Her father had supported her, but mom had almost been hysterical. After a while, however, she had calmed down. Dad had brought her to her senses. Something that Jo took over after her father’s death when it came to her siblings.

"But to fully answer your question: At the University had been flyers hung up on which it came to study abroad. I thought it was a good idea. So I've taken care of everything and have made the trip to Florida. "

"Florida?"

"That happened to be the university mine had worked with. For me, the weather was quite a change. Anyway, I went back after the year and visited my parents. That had been the worst time I've ever had. To be with them, after I had felt free and independent in Florida, was terrible. All the requirements given to me by my father's social position, I could not live like this anymore. After the holidays, it was clear to me that I wanted to return to the U.S. Even Uppsala itself was nothing for me now that I’ve tasted the wide world. So I cared about to change during the current semester. That did not work and I had to wait until the end of the semester. Enough time to make preparations. Even back then when I did not think actively about it, I prepared not to come back.” He grinned. “It was hell. My parents were shocked and even my mother thought it was a bad idea by then. She reproached me that I would have changed so much and that I perhaps should consider to take up the internship again, because I would regret it later for sure. "

"Okay, then that was probably too much of a good thing."

"Yes." He nodded gravely. "You know, at the time I just had no energy left to explain it over and over again. When I had arrived here, I was starting to take care that I could stay here in the long term. "

"What did they say to that?"

"I do not know. I'd written them a letter. I’ve spoken not a single word with them since I left Sweden.” He clearly saw the question on her face. “And I never looked back. Yes, I miss them sometimes and also my home, but I'm happy here. Here I have a task, I am needed and wanted. "

"In any case, the forensic institute has changed since you're there." She winked at him; it really had improved since he had taken the position of the Chief Pathologist. A had pleasant atmosphere in the seriousness that brought their job, but where also was not forgotten to laugh.

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Jo hung up the phone and then went back from the kitchen into the living room and sat back down on the sofa.

“And?”

“Forty-five minutes.”

He made a displeased face. “Are you serious? They need solid 45 minutes for a pizza delivery?”

Jo shrugged. "Obviously."

Andy also gave up on complaining. “Where have we stopped before you saved yourself to the phone?”

Jo smiled and leaned back in her corner of the sofa. “I cannot remember?”

Andy threw a pillow at her.

“Seriously, I do not remember where I left off.”

“That your uncle has squandered your wealth in the stock market.”

“Oh, yes. That was quite a shock for mom.” She took the pillow and hugged it against her chest. “The Testament said that we had to live one year in Kirkwall before she could run on her part. "

“And her part of it was what?”

Jo twisted her mouth. “The legal part of the money that Gamlen could not lay his hands on and the house. Gamlen did have residency rights, but could not make a fast buck with.”

“As though your grandfather would have guessed it.”

“He probably did.” She grinned. “So we have bridged this dumb year somehow and then mother had sold the house.”

Andy whistled impressed. "That should have brought a lot of money."

"Put it this way, she was able to pay my complete studies, the one of Beth, Carver's two years at College before he had joined the Navy, bought a small house and now can live off with the interest and her widow's pretty good."

"If I had known sooner that you're so rich ..."

Jo threw back the pillow and it hit him on the head. “Buffoon. Who has the better paying job, Mr. Chief Pathologist? Huh? “

He laughed as he pushed his hair back behind his ears. “But I have no savings.”

“How should you, if you put your whole money in all sorts of charity projects." Jo shook her head.

She knew Anders Övergaard for 3 years now and had never seen that he bought something for himself - Nothing that he did not necessarily need. She had seen his home and knew it was small and not located in the best part of Kirkwall. On her first visit, Jo was probably a little taken aback when she had looked at the apartment. He had bluntly told her that he would work in a nonprofit hospital right near there in his spare time and that he would donate a lot of money for medicines and medical materials. In addition to funds for a program to tackle child poverty.

She was surprised to say the least. She knew that Anders was a man who did not tolerate injustice. At some crime scenes he had been fairly clear when it came to conclusions about perpetrators. However, she had not expected this. So these evenings when they sat together like this were rare and in the past few years they never really had a chance to speak about these very private things of their pasts. Even though they always exchanged current events.

"How do you get to actually donate half your salary to charity? That's ... unusual.” She made a helplessly face. “I mean”, she quickly relented when she realized how strange that must have sounded. “If someone gets to know you, he’s not prepared for this. You .. uh give yourself not at first glance as a benefactor.” She looked at him a little uneasy.

Andy laughed. "So I am an unusual non-benefactor when one gets to know me. Aha.” He winked at Jo, who seemed a little embarrassed. “No, seriously. In my home, the social network is much better than here. When I came here, almost penniless and with nothing more than a lot of plans, I was shocked. "

Jo looked at him quizzically. “Is it so much better in Europe?”

Andy shook his head and reached for his beer. "Not everywhere, but in some countries it is."

"Sweden, right?" She persisted again.

"Yes, exactly. This is one of the countries where it is not perfect, neither as bad as it could be. And in any case better than here. "

Jo grinned sarcastically. “That's no big deal. And what made you decide to leave this paradise? It was hardly an outlet for your charity drive.” She winked at him.

Andy didn’t reply, but looked seriously at the bottle in his hand.

"Did I say something wrong?" Josephine was not always the most talented person when it came to words. She was usually too blunt and sometimes quite insensitive when she was not careful.

Andy shook his head. "No, not really. I've just realized the fact that it’s almost been 10 years already. "

Jo shook her head in incomprehension.

"I've been here almost 10 years. Without talking to my father.”

"Seriously?"

"Yup." He took a sip of his beer and looked at her again. His brown eyes looked very sad now.

"Oh boy. Want to tell me?"

He shrugged. "There's not much to tell. I did not comply with what my father wanted. Argument arose and I left. "

Jo pulled her dark eyebrows upwards. "And the traceable version?"

Anders sighed and ran his hand through his mid-length hair. "Can you put off your professional tenacity occasionally?"

Jo smiled briefly about it and then took a sip of her own beer.

"All right. As my father had wished, I laid the foundation course for medicine in Sweden. Then I walked over my first internship in surgery. But honestly, it just wasn’t my thing.” He shook his head.

"What do you mean?"

He sighed again and then lifted his shoulders. "The people were left behind. After a very short time I had been responsible for a part of the ward and have been there for many hours each day to only fit the general requirements, and I will not even start with my own. My dad kept telling me I needed to differentiate myself better. But seriously, I did not want to.” He took a swig. “One evening, on a weekend, a man was brought by police escort. During his examination I found inconsistencies that left me somewhat puzzled when it came to the murder he was accused of. At that moment I could not do much. Next day, when I was out of the hospital, I contacted the forensic institute in conjunction. Since I was involved practically in the investigation I received the forensic scientist soon, who was responsible for the case. We had an interesting conversation, and he invited me to come over. Since I was already familiar with sufficient details after I had studied the man. "

"And you, of course, did accept - who needs sleep anyway."

He grinned. “Right. I assisted him in the autopsy and could synchronize with what I had found at the accused. He did not commit this murder. "

"And whom was he said to have killed?"

Andy grinned. He had known that she would ask. She could never be satisfied with half information. "He was accused of killing his wife and then let it look like suicide."

"And what made you suspicious?"

"He had very strange injuries."

"Who says he's not sustained the injuries in the murder?"

"He." Andy looked at her seriously.

Jo pulled her brow in disbelief. "And?"

"He did not kill his wife. She had thrown herself from her balcony - with a rope around the neck. He tried to pull her back up. The bruises on his hips and ribs matched the crime scene, as I got to see later. But at first they left me... well, particularly startled. And the way he spoke of his wife.” Andy shook his head.

"And why was the police convinced that it had been him?"

Andy took another swig from his bottle. "That's the ironic thing. He had just been released from prison for assault: Domestic violence against his wife, probably for years until she finally dared to inform the police. So the presumption of the Officers, or Detectives, was not that far fetched. "

Jo grunted disapprovingly. “She's dead, and he is free?"

Andy grinned. "No. He was arrested during the investigation of drug possession and abuse. The toxicological report of his wife had revealed that she had been drugged too when she had taken her own life.”

"The same as he?"

Andy nodded. "It was not fully reconstructed. But at the basis of the blood sample and the Toxscreens I had made in the hospital, it could be assumed that they had consumed it together. Hours before it came to the event."

"Are you sure it had not been him?"

"Pretty. He beat her and treated her like shit and yet he did not want to kill her. No battle scars that matched the accident, nothing which indicated that she had defended herself. But she was not dead when she jumped. Her cervical spine was still intact."

"So it is not likely she had jumped from the railing, but had lowered herself?" Actually, it was a statement, but it sounded more like a question.

"Strange, isn’t it?"

"Why would you prefer suffocation to the much faster broken neck?”

Andy shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe she didn’t want to die either. I cannot tell you. What we found, however, was that he had developed a hematoma, as he tried to pull her up again. But her shoes had been caught in a column and he had to pull very violently, to rid them eventually. "

"Was she ...?"

"I hope so. He has given no indication. "

"Okay. So he had received a penalty afterwards, because he is a bastard who beat his wife and drugged her. But what was about you? "

He grinned, his eyes twinkling again. “My ambition was piqued. The forensic scientist at the Institute told me that there would always be inconsistencies which escape and the doctors, even if they find some mistake, will not report. They bow to their fate and the general opinion that the police would probably already be in the right. This would occasionally lead to convictions that were false. Much worse, however, is the fact that the police often do not let the doctors interfere in the police’s job. They prefer to take the easier route.”

"And in thy youthful folly you have believed it?"

"How many of your partners in your time as a police officer have arrested or stripped a guy just because he looked like he was dangerous, or because he was already known, without any other known connection? "

"Okay. Yes, it happened once in a while. But in this day and age ... "

"Jo, please. Do not radiate from yourself. You let yourself not be impressed easily and you have a good feel for this. Damn, you're friends with petty criminals. "

She giggled. “Well, ‘friends’ is a little bit exaggerated now. I have met a few times with her. "

"And where has it taken you?" He looked at her with a grin. He knew perfectly well what had happened between the two women.

Jo laughed, a little embarrassed. "Yes, yes, all right." This little adventure was definitely not one of her worst. Quite the contrary. "Explains all this, but I still don’t know why you're here now. Where does your father fit in there?"

"After that, I had tried to spend my free time again as usual with fun, sex and alcohol – the little free time I had- just like before. But I caught myself more often with a beer or wine on the sofa and in research on forensic science.” He smiled. “Eventually I realized that I did not feel comfortable with what I was doing professionally. I followed a goal that was not mine. Just because my father had expected it form me. I felt locked away in his imagination, what my life had to look like. A doctor who establishes himself sometime, starts a family with a good reputation and who enjoys a big bank account and a Jaguar in the Garage. "

"That almost sounds like a prison - a golden one-, but nevertheless it remains a prison, right?"

"Yes, no matter how well it is disguised. So I had informed my father that I would cancel my internship to enroll me in Uppsala at the medical school, so I can study forensic science,
instead of postgraduate studies to decide after my internship for a field of study and carry on my doctorate. "

"And he had not taken it well, I presume?"

Anders shook his head, a bitter grin tugging at his. "Not good does not even come close. He was the personification of anger. And I'm just me, so I was not ready to retreat even a single step. I wanted to get out of this crap. The upshot was that he introduced me to a choice: either I would be a doctor, as we had planned, or I could see how I would finance the second degree. I then opted for the latter option. "

Jo grinned. “But why here? I mean an entire continent away? "

Anders wasn’t able to answer before the doorbell rang. Jo clapped her hands excitedly. "Food!" she grinned and jumped up from the sofa. She took her wallet out of her jacket on the coat rack and then opened the door.

"Your delivery, Miss." The supplier reiterated what they had ordered, and then took the money from Jo as she took the pizza from him in contrary.

Frowning, she went back to the sofa and placed the box on the table. "Andy, it's a family pizza."

"Perfect, I have massive hunger."

Jo shook her head and left to take napkins and two new bottles of beer from the kitchen, while Andy opened the box and pulled the pieces apart.

"Your father has thus refused to pay for the study. But that is not necessarily a reason to drop everything and move to the U.S. ", she took up the conversation again when she came back.

He nodded as he grabbed the first piece. "Yeah," he mumbled with his mouth full. When he had swallowed he spoke again. "But Uppsala was still too close to him. He found one reason per week why he would call me to give me a new argument and rub under my nose why I would not make it and why it was a stupid idea.” He bit in his pizza and chewed thoughtfully.

"He really seems to be your father."

Andy sighed when he had washed down the pizza with a swig of beer. "Unfortunately, yes. My mother still largely supported me. She sent me little care packages; pasta, bread, just things that could be sent by mail and not get noticed.” He took another sip of beer. “He even had found me, when I've gained a different phone number. "

"What did he say?"

"His most frequently named argument was that I would throw away a perfect training for a ridiculous idea. I would mess up my whole career. He did not understand that it was not about career. And even if so, I do also have open career opportunities in this job.” He paused again and returned to silently eating his pizza. Jo did the same.

She thought about her mother's reaction in the days when she had opted for the police career. Her father had supported her, but mom had almost been hysterical. After a while, however, she had calmed down. Dad had brought her to her senses. Something that Jo took over after her father’s death when it came to her siblings.

"But to fully answer your question: At the University had been flyers hung up on which it came to study abroad. I thought it was a good idea. So I've taken care of everything and have made the trip to Florida. "

"Florida?"

"That happened to be the university mine had worked with. For me, the weather was quite a change. Anyway, I went back after the year and visited my parents. That had been the worst time I've ever had. To be with them, after I had felt free and independent in Florida, was terrible. All the requirements given to me by my father's social position, I could not live like this anymore. After the holidays, it was clear to me that I wanted to return to the U.S. Even Uppsala itself was nothing for me now that I’ve tasted the wide world. So I cared about to change during the current semester. That did not work and I had to wait until the end of the semester. Enough time to make preparations. Even back then when I did not think actively about it, I prepared not to come back.” He grinned. “It was hell. My parents were shocked and even my mother thought it was a bad idea by then. She reproached me that I would have changed so much and that I perhaps should consider to take up the internship again, because I would regret it later for sure. "

"Okay, then that was probably too much of a good thing."

"Yes." He nodded gravely. "You know, at the time I just had no energy left to explain it over and over again. When I had arrived here, I was starting to take care that I could stay here in the long term. "

"What did they say to that?"

"I do not know. I'd written them a letter. I’ve spoken not a single word with them since I left Sweden.” He clearly saw the question on her face. “And I never looked back. Yes, I miss them sometimes and also my home, but I'm happy here. Here I have a task, I am needed and wanted. "

"In any case, the forensic institute has changed since you're there." She winked at him; it really had improved since he had taken the position of the Chief Pathologist. A had pleasant atmosphere in the seriousness that brought their job, but where also was not forgotten to laugh.