Kara paces back and forth in the bedroom. Bjarte, on the other hand, is sitting on the sofa and staring at Bodil's letter in his hands. He cannot bring himself to open it yet.
"I just don't understand." Kara starts. "You could have at least asked me first."
"For the third time, Lady Falk, I had to act fast." Bjarte utters. "We did not have time to discuss the plan."
"Well, even if we had a slight chance of not being discovered, we blew it now." Kara complains. "We cannot help in any way being here."
"We cannot help in any way being dead." Bjarte says, annoyed. He sighs. "You did not see Brandt at So, Lady Falk." He squeezes the letter between his fingers. "He has no mercy in his heart anymore. And if he knew about me working with Gustaf, then I am sure he knew about you." Kara stares at him for a moment then sighs. She walks to the sofa and sits next to him.
"What about Tove?" Bjarte swallows hard.
