Peek A Boo I See You (Emma Frost #5) by Willow Rose

says here that, if I connect the dots, then I will win. That's what he wrote. Well I did, didn't I? I connected the dots and did as he wanted. Why isn't he doing anything? The ball is in his court now. Why isn't he doing anything, Morten?"
    "I don't know, Emma."
    "Oh, my God. What if we got it all wrong? What if it wasn't Hummelgaarden he wanted us to save? What if he wanted us to do something else?"
    "I really don't think…," Morten sighed, and touched his unshaven chin. "We need to all calm down now, okay?"
    "How am I supposed to calm down when a man is dying right here in front of me? The damn clock is still ticking. I mean, there are less than fifteen minutes left!"
    "I…I…," Morten gesticulated, helplessly. His eyes were tired.
    "Don't tell me you don't know. I think we’ve established that."
    I moved the cursor across the picture to make sure it wasn't frozen or something. I updated the video but it was still the same.
    "I talked to the IT guys in Copenhagen while you were on TV," Morten said. "They're working on finding the server, but I'm not sure they can find it in time."
    "What the heck are we going to do now? What do we do, what do we do?" I kept saying out loud when, suddenly, a notification popped up, telling me I had received a new e-mail. With my heart racing in my chest, I opened it.
    "It's from him," I almost yelled.
    "What does it say?" Morten asked.
    " Congratulations. You solved the puzzle. Aren't puzzles just fun? Well, at least now you know how much people care about the mentally ill. It's scary right? Well, at least you cared enough ."
    "He knows you paid the money. He might even have known you would do it all along," Morten said.
    "Sounds like it," I said pensively, with my eyes fixated on the e-mail. "There’s more."
    "Does he say anything about Anders Samuelsen?" Allan asked.
    "Damn it! He wants me to find Anders Samuelsen on my own. He says he has a clue for me. That means more games."
    "What is it?" Morten asked, and looked over my shoulder.
    "It looks like a riddle of some sort," I said.
     

22
    February 2014
    " T HE MAN WHO INVENTED it doesn't want it. The man who bought it doesn't need it. The man who needs it doesn't know it. What is it? "
    I looked up from the screen and caught Morten's eyes when I had read it out loud. He looked as confused as I was.
    "What the heck is that supposed to mean?" I asked.
    "Let me see," Morten said.
    I moved to the side so he could better see. He mumbled the words. "…doesn't want it…who bought it doesn't need it…"
    "Any ideas?" I asked.
    Morten shook his head. "None whatsoever. Riddles were never my thing."
    "Mine either," I said.
    "Allan?"
    "Don't ask me."
    I leaned back with a deep sigh. "How on earth are we supposed to figure this out with less than fifteen minutes left?"
    My brain was working overtime as I stared at the riddle in front of me. "There has to be someone who can solve this. Don't you have someone in the force who can help?"
    "I'll make some calls," Morten said, and left the kitchen with the phone to his ear.
    "Me too," Allan said, and picked up his phone as well.
    My hands were sweaty. I watched the riddle in front of me, trying desperately to figure out what the killer meant, what he wanted me to do. I was breathing heavily, my heart beating so fast it almost hurt in my chest. I was on the verge of breaking down and crying. There was no way I could solve this in time. There was no way I could save this guy, was there? I looked at the live feed where Anders Samuelsen lay quietly in the box with his eyes closed. He was still breathing, but that wouldn't last long.
    I rubbed my temples and closed my eyes to better concentrate. This was, after all, just a riddle, wasn't it? It was something made to be solved. With the right brain you could find the answer. But, unfortunately, mine wasn't constructed in the right way to solve it. At least I didn't think so, until something suddenly hit me. It literally felt like I was struck by