Back Knock Knock
Chapters (74)
  1. Cover
  2. BY ROSLUND & HELLSTRÖM
  3. EARLIER
  4. Chapter 1
  5. Chapter 2
  6. NOW
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. PART2
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. PART3
  22. Chapter 16
  23. Chapter 17
  24. Chapter 18
  25. Chapter 19
  26. Chapter 20
  27. Chapter 21
  28. Chapter 22
  29. Chapter 23
  30. Chapter 24
  31. Chapter 25
  32. Chapter 26
  33. Chapter 27
  34. Chapter 28
  35. Chapter 29
  36. PART4
  37. Chapter 30
  38. Chapter 31
  39. Chapter 32
  40. Chapter 33
  41. Chapter 34
  42. Chapter 35
  43. Chapter 36
  44. PART5
  45. Chapter 37
  46. Chapter 38
  47. Chapter 39
  48. Chapter 40
  49. PART6
  50. Chapter 41
  51. PART7
  52. Chapter 42
  53. Chapter 43
  54. Chapter 44
  55. Chapter 45
  56. Chapter 46
  57. Chapter 47
  58. Chapter 48
  59. Chapter 49
  60. PART8
  61. Chapter 50
  62. PART9
  63. Chapter 51
  64. Chapter 52
  65. Chapter 53
  66. Chapter 54
  67. Chapter 55
  68. Chapter 56
  69. Chapter 57
  70. Chapter 58
  71. Chapter 59
  72. Chapter 60
  73. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  74. What’s next onyour reading list?

The next taxi ride took him to the all-night gas station in Hammarby Sjöstad. That was where he asked the driver to drop him off. One and a half kilometers left. He walked the last bit, approaching slowly to make sure he wasn’t being followed. As he stood in the darkness, twenty-five meters away from the apartment that hid everything he cared about, he felt that same poisonous cocktail of fear and rage that he’d felt holding the hand grenade his youngest son had played with—and it made his whole body tremble. That’s why he picked up the phone. He had to call. But not Zofia, who he could run to in just seconds and hold tight, which would take away his longing for a moment, but afterward would just make it worse. So it would have to be second best. A call to someone who could see her.

“Boss—so late? Did something happen?”

“I’m leaving in a couple of hours, taking a short trip. And I wanted to make sure things were working with the new family? The mother and her three children.”

Hoffmann took a few steps back to avoid being caught by the cameras, so Andy wouldn’t accidentally detect him on any of his monitors.

“No lights on. They seem to be sleeping.”

“And . . . well, have you . . . has anything else happened? I mean if you’ve been able to see them. How do they seem to be doing that is. The worry you mentioned last time, about the boy—said you could see it on him.”

“He seems calmer. The few times I’ve caught a glimpse of him—the boys stay away from the windows. But the mother? You were going to talk to her? About the phone?”

“Yes?”

“She got another call! I could see it through the window. Boss, how the hell can we assure their safety if they won’t follow instructions, I mean . . .”

“It’s my fault, Andy. Sorry. I forgot—but I promise again to contact her. She’ll understand. She seems to be a wise woman.”

“And you still don’t know why they’re there? What happened?”

“Nothing, only that it has to do with her husband.”

Piet Hoffmann stood there a long time staring at the windows and the wall that separated them.

Soon.

5:01 AM

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