and there was an insinuation that he was too angry to stand still.
“You want to sit down, Ove?” said one of the men in suits at last.
Ove met his gaze, and knew who he was. His dad had mended his car once. A blue Opel Manta. With the big engine.
He smiled amicably at Ove and gestured cursorily at a chair in the middle of the floor.
As if to let him know that he was among friends now and could relax.
Ove shook his head. The Opel Manta man nodded with understanding.
“Well then. This is just a formality, Ove. No one in here believes you took the money. All you need to do is tell us who did it.”
Ove looked down at the floor. Half a minute passed.
“Ove?” Ove didn’t answer. The harsh voice of the director broke the silence at long last.
“Answer the question, Ove!” Ove stood in silence. Looking down at the floor.
The facial expressions of the men in suits shifted from conviction to slight confusion.
“Ove... you do understand that you have to answer the question. Did you take the money?”
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