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

lightning. I opened my eyes and stared at Anders Samuelsen and the box he was in.
    "The box," I mumbled.
    I rose from my chair while the thoughts ran through my mind. "The 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," I mumbled, while biting my lip.
    This has to be it. It just has to be. Please let this be it!
    "Morten?" I called, then walked out in the hallway to find him. He was still on the phone. I signaled he should hang up.
    "Call me back if you find a solution," he said, then put the phone down.
    "You've got it?" he asked. "You found the answer?"
    It bit my lip. "I think I have, but I might be wrong."
    Oh, God, what if I'm wrong?
    "It's better than nothing," Morten said.
    "What's going on?" Allan asked, and walked closer.
    "Emma thinks she might know the answer to the riddle."
    "Really?"
    "Yes, but I have no time to explain," I said, and grabbed my winter coat and put on my boots. "I'll tell you everything in the car. Allan can you stay here with Victor? He's playing in the yard. Just make sure he’s safe, will you?"
    Allan nodded. "Got it."
    "What about Maya?" Morten asked, when we ran for the car.
    "She's in town with her grandmother."
    We jumped in the police car and Morten put the key in. "So where are we going?"
    "To the cemetery."
     

23
    February 2014
    " W HY ARE WE GOING to the cemetery?" Morten asked, puzzled, as we drove across town with the siren blaring.
    "It's a coffin," I said, while holding on to the handle in the car when Morten took a sharp turn.
    "Hold on," Morten said, and turned again. The tires skidded off the road in the snow. Morten turned the wheel and got the car back on track and continued.
    "A coffin, huh? Yeah, I can see how that makes sense. I mean to the riddle and everything. The man who invented it, doesn't want it; no, of course not. No one wants a coffin, so he sells it to someone who doesn't need it, because you have to be dead to need it. And the man who needs it doesn't know he does, since he is dead. Am I right?"
    "Something like that," I said. "At least, I hope that’s the right solution. I'm really scared that it’s not. This is our final chance. If we don't find Anders Samuelsen in the cemetery, then it's over."
    Morten cleared his throat. "I know," he said with a quiet voice. "I'm sure it’s the right answer."
    He didn't sound convincing and that made my stomach turn.
    Please, dear God, let this be it; let us find him or I will never be able to live with myself!
    Morten called for backup and an ambulance as we drove into the cemetery and he stopped the car in front of a huge pile of snow.
    "Let's go," I said, and jumped out of the car.
    I stormed across the graveyard, frantically searching for something, anything, that could point to where Anders Samuelsen was. Desperately, I turned around, looked in all directions, but nothing. All the graves looked the same. All of them were covered in snow.
    "You look in that direction!" I yelled, and ran the opposite way.
     "Damn the snow," I mumbled. "It's covering all tracks. Everything out here looks the same."
    Please help me. Please give me a sign, a path, anything to go by. Where is that coffin? Is it even here?
    Morten ran up behind me. He was panting as he spoke. "There is nothing here. Do you think he buried him or what are we looking for?"
    I was on the verge of bursting into tears, but held it back as much as I could. "I don't know," I said.
    That was when I spotted it. Right in front of us, between two bushes, I saw something. It looked like footprints in the snow. A long line of them.
    "When did it last snow?" I asked.
    "Two days ago, I think," Morten said.
    "Bingo."
    I ran towards the tracks and followed them to a grave. There was a huge pile of snow on top of it, but something was off about it.
    "Look at that. It looks like the snow has been shoveled onto the grave, doesn't it? The snow doesn't look the same as it does on the other graves, does it?"
    "I