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Mads Nordbo - The Girl Without Skin

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Matthew moved to look out of the helicopter window. They were near the edge of the glacier. Beneath them the sea was dense with pack ice. In front of them the endless whiteness stretched out as far as the light and the eye could reach. It hurt his eyes. Millions of white crystals. Except in one place. One spot. Right where the Norseman mummy had been found and Aqqalu had kept watch. There the ice was glossy red. JOURNALIST MATTHEW CAVE is sent out to the edge of an ice sheet to write about the discovery of a mummified Viking corpse. But the next day the mummy has disappeared, and the body of the policeman who was keeping watch is found naked and flayed at the discovery site. Matthew soon realises that the body is connected to a series of unsolved murders from the 1970s. As he delves deeper into his investigation, he finds shocking connections to the present. When he meets Tupaarnaq, a young Greenlandic woman, he knows there is no way backbut nothing has prepared him for what he will discover. cite cite cite

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Mads Peder Nordbo

THE GIRL WITHOUT SKIN

PROLOGUE His skin was drenched in sweat He wanted to cough but could only - photo 1

PROLOGUE

His skin was drenched in sweat. He wanted to cough but could only gurgle. Mucus had built up in his throat behind the cloth. He tried to bite down on the gag, to spit it out, but it had been shoved in so deep that he could barely move his straining jaws.

His temples throbbed. The overhead light cut through the flimsy fabric that covered his face. His breathing was shallow. Tense. His breath came in bursts. He tried to swallow the thick saliva in his throat and tasted metal. He gulped again, triggering a sensation of choking nausea. Everything was spinning. His stomach lurched and he had to tighten his throat and hold his breath to stop himself retching.

He didnt dare struggle. The pain in his hands was too severe. Every time he moved, screaming shafts of agony darted from the nail holes in his palms up through his arms to a point deep behind his eyes where everything imploded.

The air was irritating his nose. His lungs and head were pounding. He wasnt getting enough oxygen. His throat went into spasms. His muscles tried to suck in air but found only saliva and mucus.

He gave a hollow groan when he felt the edge of a cold blade sweep up his stomach, slashing his shirt and heavy pullover all the way to his throat.

Tears trickled through his beard. Please, he pleaded. Please dont kill me. But no words came out. Only a muffled growl.

He jerked when a finger softly traced a line up his taut stomach.

Then the blade carved a broad, stinging gash through the skin and tissue of his stomach. Steel crunched against bone as it hit his rib cage. Everything in his tensed body gave in. Skin. Flesh. Life. He gurgled a roar, the back of his head slamming against the floor as he pulled at his bloodied hands.

Snot bubbled up inside his nose, blocking the airflow. The cloth bled in his mouth. The light screamed. Disappeared. Screamed.

THE NIGHTMARE

1

NUUK, GREENLAND, 7 AUGUST 2014

The red Mercedes came out of nowhere, and the moment its right front bumper hit the blue Golf, both cars were knocked off course and flung together. The Golf reared backwards and crashed onto the road, while the nose of the Mercedes drove into the tarmac before the car was flipped up like an empty can. The force of a fresh blow to the rear of the Golf caused the Mercedes to stop in midair and drop back to the road, where it slammed against the blue roof. The Golf buckled and its right side was flattened, while to the left the chassis held firm.

The Mercedes continued its fall and smashed into the barrier so hard that a section tore loose and sliced open the side of the car. The Golf skidded diagonally off the road and down the slope, rolling onto its side. The engine had cut out. Inside the Mercedes a man was screaming at the top of his lungs. There were no words. No language. Only screams.

Inside the Golf an ashen-faced man was staring into the eyes of a woman. She was trapped between the compressed roof and the dislocated floor of the car. The man was caught between his seat, the seatbelt and the hissing airbag. The womans airbag had split open and deflated. The man was bleeding from several cuts to his head.

He reached down his hand to her, but she didnt take it. Her body was limp. Her eyes fading. His hand caressed her cheek. She was still there with him, her eyes locked onto his. Her gaze crept inside him, where everything was breaking and starting to trickle out. Down onto her.

His hand moved to her stomach. Rounding the bump. The little girl. The child inside. The womans eyes closed forever. And with that everything disappeared.

Matthew woke with a scream and threw off his blanket. His T-shirt was soaked in sweat and clinging to his body. With a roar that came from deep inside his chest, he tore it off and hurled it away too. He smelt the acrid tang of his own sleep as he stumbled to his feet and made his way from the sofa to the balcony.

Outside the air was dense with evening mist. He could taste the sea and feel the moisture hiding in the cool North Atlantic fog while he rummaged around for his cigarettes. The packet in his jeans pocket was warm and squashed: he had been lying on it and sweating. He jammed a cigarette between his lips and lit it, then unbuttoned his jeans and kicked them off. His boxer shorts went too. Everything reeked of sweat.

The smoke seeped out between his lips, wafting down his face and naked body, then it merged with the fogas did he. Youre a shadow child, his mother used to say to him when he was little. Youre so pale you might dissolve in the fog.

The mist from the cold sea around the headland wrapped itself around him. The chill tickled his skin, made the fine, blond hairs on his arms and legs stand up. The moisture grabbed them. He exhaled.

He still had trouble sleeping. His nightmares refused to leave him alone. They lay in wait and, when he drifted off to sleep, would ambush him and tear him to pieces. Night after night. Month after month. The same nightmare. The same eyes. Staring deep into his.

The cigarette found its way to his lips for the last time before he dropped it into a glass bowl containing a muddy porridge of several hundred cigarette butts and rainwater.

Somewhere behind him his phone buzzed. He picked up his jeans and took it out. It was his editor.

Matt! Hi, its me. Are you all set for the debate?

Matthew looked down at his naked body. Yes.

The first debate with Aleqa Hammond and Sren Espersen is on now. Jrgen Emil Lyberth from the IA Party is taking part as well.

Matthew flopped onto the sofa, grabbing the remote control to turn on the television.

Its on KNR, his editor said.

I know, I know

I want a summary of the debate on our home page as soon as its over. Misu is ready to translate, so were good to go. Have you found it?

Yes, yes Im looking at it now.

Its only just started. His editor exhaled heavily. Theyre talking about the failed reconciliation commission and the ten million kroner.

Im looking at it now, Matthew said again, somewhat exasperated. Aleqa Hammond says we need to unite rather than divide. Greenland must come together. Lyberth disagreeshe thinks the ten million would have been better spent on the arts than on some expensive commission the Danish government cant even be bothered to take part in.

Exactly, good, youre watching it. Remember to get something online right away. You need to be writing while youre listening, okay?

Okay, Im on it. Im going to hang up now so I can make notes.

The voice of Aleqa Hammond, Greenlands prime minister, filled the room. The ten million kroner isnt the problemthe problem is that Denmark cant be bothered to take part. We need this reconciliation.

We dont need reconciliation, Lyberth interjected. What we need is to face up to some hard truths.

A third voice joined in. Surely this commission is just another political scam to milk the Danish taxpayer for even more money while at same time clamouring for more independence?

Its the exact opposite, Hammond retorted sharply. Its about solidarity and being part of a community, but we have a long way to go if the only politician we can get to come up here is some angry right-winger.

And yet here I am, Espersen said swiftly.

The Danish prime minister and the rest of her government are cowards for not wanting to reconcile, Hammond said angrily.

What is there to reconcile? Espersen said. If it were up to me, Denmark would be running absolutely everything up here. Its grotesque that we send you billions of kroner every year and yet we dont have any say at all in what you do with the money. We would never put up with it in any other part of Denmark if it had the worlds highest suicide rate or every third girl there were sexually abused.

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