Maja calls as I wait for the Metro at the airport station. It’s late. I have just returned from yet another business trip. She says, “There have been a number of violent rapes in Copenhagen the last few weeks. Yesterday, the police published a frame from the surveillance recordings in the Metro. The last rape occurred late Monday night not far from the DR-Byen Metro station. The victim recognized you on the recordings from the surveillance camera.”
I hesitate a few seconds, looking into my own eyes in the reflection of the glass walls—then I laugh.