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. PART 2
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. PART 3
  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. PART 4
  37. Chapter 30
  38. Chapter 31
  39. Chapter 32
  40. Chapter 33
  41. Chapter 34
  42. Chapter 35
  43. Chapter 36
  44. PART 5
  45. Chapter 37
  46. Chapter 38
  47. Chapter 39
  48. Chapter 40
  49. PART 6
  50. Chapter 41
  51. PART 7
  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. PART 8
  61. Chapter 50
  62. PART 9
  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 on your reading list?

“I admit it.”

Now Sven lifted his gaze from the floor.

Now Grens punched the wall with his other fist.

“You, Mariana?”

“Yes, it’s me. I’m Wilson’s secret relationship.”

It was so quiet.

Still.

Despite three people breathing in so little space.

“Now I’m getting a little . . . Wilson?”

“Yes.”

“So you and he . . . ?”

“Yes.”

There was a small stool next to the bunk, just like in all the other cells. Grens sank down onto it, sank into himself.

“So . . . so . . . that was what your small lies and canceled meetings and strange walks were all about?”

“Yes.”

It was no longer just his hands and knuckles . . . it was as if he’d run his whole body straight into that cell wall. He’d been going in the wrong direction and someone had stopped him.

Dizzy.

That’s how he felt.

“Well, that’s, well . . . very nice. That you found someone, I mean. And that Wilson found someone. That you no longer, well, need to live alone, I mean. But still—he’s your commanding officer, Mariana. You work in the same unit. One of you is going to have to transfer. That’s what the regulations say. Don’t you know that?”

“And why do you think we didn’t want to talk about it?”

The stool was hard, lacked any back support, and it was difficult for him to sit without pain. But he couldn’t stand up, not yet. He asked Sven and Mariana to leave the cell and wait for him at the guard’s box. He had heard what she said. He knew her so well, her serious ways that he’d come to depend on so much. Lost me. You and I are over, too. Unlike him, she’d never say that and not mean it.

He had nobody other than those two. His closest colleagues were also his closest friends.

And he already knew how it would feel, once he had time to feel. When the last few hours of this race against time were over, and he could do no more for Hoffmann. Despair. That was what awaited him if she really did leave him, and he hated that goddamn terrible feeling, he’d tried his best to bear it after Anni disappeared.

7:15 PM

(2 hours and 47 minutes remaining)

The brick at the center and top, a light press. Then that metallic click. And a wall slid open.