Chapter 3Frode went to put on coffee. He needed a plan, coffee, breakfast, and then…Should he warn Imre about the burglar? He drummed his index finger against the counter. If he told Imre he was leaving for a couple of days, he had to explain why. Or he didn’t have to, but something inside told him it was a bad idea not to tell Imre.
He poured a bowl of cereal and ate standing up while watching the drip of the coffee. A shower was a good idea since he didn’t know what the cabin looked like. Was there running water?
Was he going to the cabin?
He glanced into the living room. The book was on the coffee table, closed since he didn’t want it to play when he wasn’t watching. Taking a careful swallow of the still too-hot coffee, he winced as it burned his tongue. He left the bowl on the count
