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  1. MOTIVE X
  2. The Fabian Risk Thrillers
  3. MOTIVE X
  4. Copyright Page
  5. Contents
  6. Prologue
  7. PART I
  8. 1
  9. 2
  10. 3
  11. 4
  12. 5
  13. 6
  14. 7
  15. 8
  16. 9
  17. 10
  18. 11
  19. 12
  20. 13
  21. 14
  22. 15
  23. 16
  24. 17
  25. 18
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  27. 20
  28. 21
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  30. 23
  31. 24
  32. 25
  33. 26
  34. 27
  35. 28
  36. 29
  37. 30
  38. 31
  39. 32
  40. 33
  41. 34
  42. 35
  43. 36
  44. 37
  45. 38
  46. 39
  47. PART II
  48. 40
  49. 41
  50. 42
  51. 43
  52. 44
  53. 45
  54. 46
  55. 47
  56. 48
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  96. 88
  97. About the author and translator
  98. Acknowledgements
  99. An Invitation from the Publisher

‘Right?’ Molander turned around and pointed at the ceiling. ‘I mean, why run a cable like that? My first thought was that it was completely pointless. Just drilling through that wall, which is load-bearing, by the way, requires a rotary hammer, and then out again through the same wall over there.’ Molander shook his head. ‘Completely incomprehensible. If not for that little box in the middle. Because that’s where the explanation is found.’ He suddenly turned to Fabian. ‘Are you feeling all right?’

‘Pardon?’

‘Well, your face has gone completely white and you look like you’re about to pass out.’

‘No, I’m okay, just a bit overheated.’ He let go of the gun.

‘I know, it’s a sauna in here. It’s Janos who keeps turning the underfloor heating up to see how warm it can get. Apparently, he’s planning to renovate his bathroom at home. But never mind that. Either way, I took the liberty of having a closer look at that box, and as soon as I opened it up, I knew what it was.’

Fabian nodded and wiped the sweat off his forehead with his jacket sleeve.

‘So, if you haven’t figured it out yet, this is the time to ask.’

‘I’m sorry, but I don’t know if I understand what—’

‘God, you’re really not yourself today.’ Molander shook his head. ‘It was the same thing in the morning meeting. I don’t know where you’d gone. But you certainly weren’t present.’

‘You’ll have to excuse me, but I have a lot of things on my mind right now and I would appreciate it if we could get back to what we’re here for. Which is to say—’

‘You mean the eye,’ Molander broke in.

‘Um, what?’

‘You heard me. In that box, there’s a tiny web camera, the smallest one on the market, and it’s looking straight down at whoever might be having a nice, cosy soak in the bath. Delightful, no?’

‘Okay, hold on. What, a webcam? Are you seriously telling me there’s a—’

‘Yep. And if that’s not bad enough, there’s another one exactly like it in the bedroom.’

55

Kim Sleizner parked his car in a disabled parking bay outside Restaurant Thai Pan on Thorupsgade, placed the permit he had wheedled out of his doctor when he had his hip operation on the dashboard and continued on foot along Korsgade. After about fifty yards, he took a right on to Blågårdsgade and immediately felt his gorge rising, bubbling like boiling bile.