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bed. It was as dark as she could make it in the room, with the venetian blinds closed. The bright light of the sun was trying to break through. It’s as though the girl is trying to hide from it on one corner of the bed, thought Djanali. She’s clinging to the wall. She’s named Jeanette, not “she.” She has a name, but suddenly it has no meaning for anybody else; maybe not even for her now that she’s a victim.
    Now it’s my turn to speak.
    Djanali introduced herself and Halders, who nodded, said nothing, sat down in the desk chair, and observed her, gave her a friendly nod.
    Half of Jeanette’s face was hidden under the towel she’d wrapped around her head after her long shower. She was holding the collar of her robe closed with a dainty hand. Djanali’s eyes had grown used to the half light in the room by now, and she contemplated the fragile skin on the girl’s fingers. It seemed to be sodden.
    She’s been in the shower for hours. I’d have done the same.
    Djanali asked a few brief questions, the simplest she could think of, to start off the first interview. The answers were even briefer, barely possible to comprehend. They had to move closer, but not too close. Jeanette spoke about the park. Yes, it had been late. No, early. Late and early. She was alone. She’d walked there before. Lots of times, at night, too. Alone? Yes, alone at night, too.
    This time she’d been alone for only a moment. Or maybe it had been a few minutes. She’d been to two different places and she said where they were and Halders wrote them down. She spoke about the others who’d been there with her, for a little while at least. They’d been to a graduation party, just a small one. A quarter of the class. It was nearly a month since they finished their exams.
    Djanali could see Jeanette’s white cap on the chest of drawers under the window. She could imagine her joy at passing her exams, and earning the right to wear her white cap. It seemed luminescent in the darkness.
    A little graduation party. Djanali shifted her gaze from the white cap to Jeanette’s face. Nineteen years old. She would have liked to ask about boyfriends, but knew it was better to wait. The important thing now was basic questions about what had happened: when, how, when, how, when, how. Ask, listen, look. She’d done this often enough to know that the most important thing for an interrogator to do was to pin down what she called the incident behind the incident. Not just to take an account at face value. The victim’s account. No, to start thinking about the difficult question: Is that really true? Is that really what happened?
    She asked Jeanette Bielke to tell her what impression she’d gotten of her attacker.
    Suddenly Jeanette said she wanted to go to the hospital, she wanted to go now. Djanali had known that would come, or maybe should have come before now.
    “Soon. Just one more question. One second only.”
    “But I want to go now. ”
    “Can you tell us anything about this man?”
    “I can’t remember.”
    “Was he tall?”
    “He was big. Strong. Or maybe I didn’t . . . didn’t dar . . . want . . . didn’t dare to try and struggle. I did try at first . . . but then I couldn’t any more.”
    She’d started to cry. She pulled at the towel and rubbed it over her eyes and it came loose and fell down and her wet hair became visible, stuck to her head as if by glue.
    “He . . . he tied me,” she said.
    “Tied you?”
    “Yes.”
    “How?”
    “Well, tied . . . he had a noose around my ne . . . around my neck. My arms . . . then . . .”
    She grasped hold of her throat. Djanali could see it now, a red mark like a narrow line around her neck. Jesus Christ.
    “It was like a dog leash,” Jeanette said. “It didn’t smell like a dog, but it was like a dog leash.” She was looking straight at Djanali now. “I could see it shining. I think.”
    “Shining?”
    “It was shining around the collar. I think. As if there were studs on it, or