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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
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  47. PART II
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  97. About the author and translator
  98. Acknowledgements
  99. An Invitation from the Publisher

‘Mine?’ Hampus jabbed his chest so hard with his index finger it must have hurt and took a step towards her. ‘What the fuck do you mean, mine? This is your fucking fault! If not for you and your bloody job, none of this would’ve happened!’

Rage was pumping so hard through the veins on his neck she wouldn’t have been surprised if one of them had suddenly burst.

‘That’s one way of looking at it,’ she said, even though she’d decided not to bring it up. ‘Personally, I fail to see how it’s my fault just because I’m doing my job in a murder investigation that happens to be leading me into brown waters.’ She had decided to not even mention it, but rather let all his other flaws and their destructive dynamic be the reason she left him. But she couldn’t hold back any longer.

‘Your job?’ Hampus shook his head and looked almost happy, as though he was about to burst out laughing any moment. ‘Far be it from me to tell you how to do your job.’ But the smile was nothing but a last feint before the decisive shot. ‘But hand on heart. Was holding Sievert Landertz for so long really warranted?’

She couldn’t stop herself. Even though she knew it was wrong, it was too late.

‘I for my part can’t blame him for feeling hard done by,’ Hampus continued.

‘Of course you can’t. Why would you? You fucking voted for him!’

‘What?’

Finally, that disingenuous smile was wiped off his face. Finally, the wall had cracked and he was standing there naked, fumbling for something to hold on to. ‘Why do you look so surprised?’ She didn’t give a toss about the consequences. ‘Yeah, I know you’re a member of the Sweden Democrats. You see, I took the liberty of having a look through their membership list and who did I find there if not Hampus the closet racist.’

‘Fuck you,’ he said and now she could see it. The blackness in his eyes.

‘Fuck me? I’m the one who should say that to you. You’re the one who’s been going behind my back, not the other way around. Don’t you get it? Don’t you get that this is what you voted for?’ She pointed to the swastika in the lawn. ‘So to be completely honest, I don’t understand why you’re working so hard to get rid of it. Frankly, you should be proud and stand out here Sieg-Heiling every morning when—’

She couldn’t claim she wasn’t prepared.

Even so, when his fist struck her face, she was surprised.

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