“Good. Then I want you to shoot me from the front, afterward. Two times. You know what the distance should be between forehead and temple. I want it to look exactly like my parents and siblings.”

“I won’t accept being forced to shoot you, please, listen, let me . . .”

“If you try to stop me then I’ll take your life first and then let them take mine.”

“I won’t allow you to die!”

“You should have thought of that before you prevented me from using Hoffmann to take over the Swedish arms market. Or from taking out Zaravic, the only one left besides me who was in my home that day. Being the only survivor is hell, Grens! And I’m finally going to finish what they probably should have finished back then—because I’ll never let you put me in a fucking prison or a fucking institution.”

Then she raised the gun.

With the same exaggerated slowness she’d used to cock it.

And fired.

Above him. Beside him. Ewert Grens saw that—but his reinforcements outside couldn’t. Even though he was rushing toward her. So they did what they were supposed to do—shot the perpetrator who was exposed in the window.

She fell forward, into his arms.

Chapter 60

Ewert Grens held her lifeless body, gently stroked her still warm cheek.

Soon he would carry her out one more time.

And she would lean her heavy head against his shoulder.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Anders Roslund has published ten novels as part of the successful writing duos Roslund & Hellström and Roslund & Thunberg. His books have been published in thirty languages and he is the recipient of numerous prestigious international awards. Knock Knock is his first solo novel.

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