A Conspiracy of Faith (74 page)

The three of them exchanged glances as they went down the stairs.

“Yeah, I know what you’re thinking,” he said, nodding.

They needed to put out a bulletin to all relevant authorities to be on the lookout for a child of Benjamin’s age and description suddenly popping up somewhere unexpectedly. The same bulletin, in fact, that had already been put out once. Only this time with the additional instruction to the leading officials of these authorities to take care of the matter personally.

That would at least ensure the search was made a priority and delegated to the appropriate persons in a hurry.

In the last two weeks, Benjamin had learned at least fifty new words, and Eva could hardly keep up.

It was only to be expected. They chatted so much together, the two of them, for Eva loved the little boy more dearly than anything in the world. They were a family now, and her husband felt the same way.

“What time are they coming?” he asked for the tenth time that day. He had been busy for hours. Hoovering, baking bread, getting Benjamin ready. It all had to be perfect.

She smiled. How their lives had changed since the boy had come to them.

“They’re here now. I can hear the car. Give Benjamin to me, Villy.”

She felt the boy’s soft cheek against her own.

“Some people are coming to tell us if we can keep you, Benjamin,” she whispered in his ear. “I think we can. Do you want to stay with us, my darling? Do you want to stay with Eva and Villy?”

He pressed himself against her chest. “Eva,” he said, and chuckled.

She sensed him pointing toward the entrance, from where the sound of voices now came. “Someone here,” he said.

Eva cuddled him, then adjusted her clothes. Villy had told her to keep her eyes closed so as not to unnerve them. She took a deep breath, said a prayer, and gave the boy a little squeeze.

“Everything will be all right,” she whispered.

The voices were friendly. She recognized them. These were the people whose job it was to assess the case. They had been there before.

They came over to greet her. Their hands were kind and warm. They said hello to Benjamin, then sat down a little way off.

“Well, Eva. We’ve reviewed matters, and obviously you and Villy are not the most typical of applicants. Having said that, however, we can tell you right away that we’ve decided to disregard your visual handicap. There are a number of precedents where blind people have been approved as adoptive parents, and as far as functionality and your basic approach to this goes, we certainly don’t consider your impairment to be any significant obstacle.”

She felt something release inside her. No significant obstacle. Her prayers had been answered.

“We’re very impressed by how much income you’ve been able to put aside. That demonstrates to us that you can manage your finances better than most. Moreover, we’ve given you a big plus for losing so much weight in such a short time, Eva. Twenty-five kilos in three months, Villy tells us. That’s amazing. Well done, indeed. You look fantastic.”

Now she felt warmth spreading through her body. Her skin tingled. Even Benjamin felt it.

“Eva’s nice,” the boy exclaimed. She felt him wave at the two women. Villy said he looked so irresistibly cute when he did that. God bless him.

“You’ve a lovely home here. A secure and caring home for a child to grow up in.”

“And of course, Villy’s new job counts on the positive side, too,” the other woman added. A huskier, more mature voice. “You don’t think it’ll be a problem for you, him not being home as much during the day?”

Eva smiled. “You mean, will I be able to cope with Benjamin on my own? Well, I’ve been blind since I was a young girl. But I don’t think there are many sighted people who can see as well as me.”

“How do you mean?” said the deeper of the two voices.

“Isn’t it all about sensing the needs of others? I know Benjamin’s needs even before they arise. I can tell what people are feeling by their voices. For example, you’re very happy at the moment. I sense a profound smile, deep in your heart. Has something happened in your life just recently to make you this happy?”

The two women chuckled. “Well, now you mention it, I became a grandmother only this morning.”

Eva offered her congratulations, then answered a lot of questions of a practical nature. She was in no doubt now that despite her handicap and their relatively advanced ages their application would be approved and sent on for further assessment. It was what they had been hoping for. Now they had got this far, their chances would be considerable.

“At the moment, we’re talking about approval as foster parents. Until we know what’s happened to your brother, that’s as far as we can go under the circumstances. But I think with that proviso we can consider this to be the first step toward formal adoption.”

“When was it you said you last heard from your brother?” the first woman asked. It was perhaps the fifth time during their two interviews that she had asked the same question.

“We’ve not heard from him since March, when he left Benjamin with us. As we’ve explained, our fear is that Benjamin’s mother passed away due to illness. My brother told us she was seriously ill.” Eva made the sign of the cross. “He had a very brooding nature, my brother. If Benjamin’s mother is dead, then I’m afraid he might well have chosen to go with her.”

“We haven’t been able to establish the identity of Benjamin’s mother. The civil registration number on the birth certificate you gave us is illegible. Has the document been in contact with water or something?”

She gave a shrug.

“It certainly looks like it. It was like that when he gave it to us,” said her husband from the corner of the room.

“It seems Benjamin’s parents were just living together. There’s no record of your brother ever having been married, at least not if we’ve got the right civil registration number. In fact, your brother seems to be a man of considerable mystery. We can see he applied to join the commando forces, but after that it’s as if all information about him stops.”

“Yes,” she said and nodded. “Like I said, he had a very brooding nature. He never let us in on anything.”

“And yet he left Benjamin in your care.”

“Yes.”

“Benjamin and Eva,” said the little boy and climbed down onto the floor.

She heard him totter across the carpet.

“My car,” he said. “My car big. Good car.”

“He’s obviously thriving,” said the deeper voice. “Very advanced for his age.”

“Yes, he takes after his grandfather there. He was a very clever man.”

“Yes, you’ve told us about your background, Eva. Your father was a pastor not far from here, wasn’t he? A highly respected man, I understand.”

“Eva’s father was a magnificent human being,” Villy said in the background. Eva smiled. He always said that, though he had never met him.

“My teddy,” said Benjamin. “Good teddy. Teddy got blue ribbon.”

They all chuckled.

“Our father gave us a good Christian upbringing,” Eva went on. “Villy and I would like to bring Benjamin up in the same spirit, if the authorities allow us to keep him. My father’s approach to life will be our guideline.”

She could sense how this pleased them. There was warmth in their silence.

“You’ll need to go through a preparatory course over two weekends, before the Adoption Council comes in and makes its assessment. Obviously, that can go either way, but on the big issues my feeling is you’re in better shape than the majority, so…”

But now she sensed that something was wrong, as though all warmth had suddenly been sucked out of the room. Even Benjamin had stopped what he was doing.

“Look,” he said. “Light. Blue.”

“I think it’s the police outside,” said Villy. “I wonder if there’s been an accident.”

The thought that it might be something to do with her brother flashed through her mind. Then she heard the voices in the entrance, her husband’s protests, his anger.

She heard footsteps enter the living room, the two women rising from their seats and stepping back.

“Is that him, Mia?” a man’s voice asked. An unfamiliar voice.

Then whispers. She couldn’t make out what they were saying. It sounded like the man was explaining something to the two women with whom she had been speaking.

Her husband raised his voice in the entrance. Why didn’t he come in?

Then she heard a younger woman crying. Across the room to begin with, then closer.

“In God’s name, will someone tell me what’s going on?” she begged.

She sensed Benjamin approach. He took her hand and she felt his knee on her lap. She picked him up.

“Eva Bremer, we’re from the Odense Police. We’re here with Benjamin’s mother. She wants to take Benjamin home.”

She held her breath. Prayed to God for them all to go away. Prayed that He might let her wake from this nightmare.

They came toward her, and now she heard the woman speak to the boy.

“Hi, Benjamin,” she said in a trembling voice. A voice that wasn’t supposed to be there. A voice Eva wanted to go away. “It’s Mummy. Do you remember Mummy?”

“Mummy,” said Benjamin. He seemed anxious and clung to Eva.

“Mummy,” he said again, and hugged her tighter. “No.”

The room fell silent. For a moment, Eva heard only the boy’s breathing. The breathing of a child she loved more dearly than her own life.

And then the breathing of another. As heavy and as frightened as Benjamin’s own. She listened and felt her hands begin to shake as she clutched the boy to her chest.

She heard the breathing of another person, and then she heard her own.

Three people, all breathing heavily. In shock, and in fear of the moment that was to follow.

She held the child tightly in her arms. Held her breath so as not to weep. Held him so tightly they were almost as one.

And then she relaxed. She took his little hand and held it in her own. For a moment, she fought back her tears. Then she reached out her hand with the little boy’s inside it and heard her voice as if from afar.

“Mia. Was that your name?”

She heard the trembling reply: “Yes.”

“Come here, Mia. Come over here, so we can feel who you are.”

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A warm thanks to Hanne Adler-Olsen for daily inspiration, encouragement, and clever, insightful contributions. Thanks also to Elsebeth Wæhrens, Freddy Milton, Eddie Kiran, Hanne Petersen, Micha Schmalstieg, and Karlo Andersen for indispensable and painstaking comments, and to Anne C. Andersen for her keen eye and boundless energy. Thanks to Henrik Gregersen, Lokalavisen/Frederikssund. Thanks to Gitte and Peter Q. Rannes and the Danish Center for Writers and Translators at Hald Hovedgaard, as well as Steve Schein, for their generous hospitality at times of need. Thanks to Bo Thisted Simonsen, deputy director of the Department of Forensic Medicine, University of Copenhagen. Thanks to Police Superintendent Leif Christensen for generously sharing his experience and for corrections concerning police matters and procedure. Thanks to Maintenance Supervisor Jan Andersen and Chief Inspector Knud V. Nielsen of the Burial Club of the Copenhagen Police for their warmth and hospitality.

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