The night streets were deserted. The residents of Bergen knew better than to go outside when a major storm was blowing in from the Norwegian Sea. Bakke managed to keep the car in sight. Dag Moen’s driving was reckless, hurtling through the streets as the driving rain reduced visibility to almost zero. ‘He’s heading to … Continue reading W IS FOR WHALE


Sand walked through the hotel reception. The night porter saw him heading for the door. Sand was wearing the light windcheater jacket, the only one he had brought with him to Bergen. The night porter hurried after him with an umbrella. ‘Please, Sir,’ he offered it to Sand just as Sand pulled open the glass … Continue reading U IS FOR UMBRELLA