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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
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  24. 17
  25. 18
  26. 19
  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
  57. 49
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  95. 87
  96. 88
  97. About the author and translator
  98. Acknowledgements
  99. An Invitation from the Publisher

Each square was marked with a first name like Stina, Greta, Ingela, Fia, Ylva and so on. The square marked Molly was black and marked with a red X.

Most of the squares showed empty rooms, but then it was the middle of the afternoon. Lisa was home, though, and in the process of getting out of the bath, scraping water off her breasts before wrapping herself in a towel. Carina seemed to be asleep, and Amanda was reading in the bath. Kelly, on the other hand, was hosting two men in their thirties who were taking her in both holes.

Despite the grainy image, he almost felt like he was hiding behind the curtain in her bedroom. Before the cloying feeling of aversion and shame had a chance to grow too overwhelming, he closed the TOR browser and instead opened the folder labelled MOV.

It contained a list of around fifty subfolders, also labelled with first names. He scrolled down to Molly and opened it. It contained videos that looked like they had been culled from the hidden webcams in her bedroom and bathroom, in which she was either pleasuring herself or having sex with one or several men and sometimes women as well.

The most recent clip was almost exactly two years old and showed a man wearing nothing but a leather waistcoat, a cowboy hat and a hip holster with a revolver in it, taking her from behind in what looked like an act of very rough anal sex.

In order to get as deep as possible, the cowboy was holding her hips with both hands and thrusting so hard his revolver slapped against her every time he hit bottom. But Molly didn’t seem to mind. On the contrary, her pleasure seemed predicated on his roughness.

After a while, he pulled out, grabbed her hair with one hand and pulled her towards him. With the other hand, he pulled out the gun and put it to her temple while she took him in her mouth.

From time to time, he pushed her head so far down that Fabian could clearly see her gagging, and he only pulled her up by the hair when he came and—

‘What the hell is going on here?’

Fabian turned around to see a woman standing in the doorway, staring from him to the violent sex on the screen and back again.

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Lilja was standing in the middle of the square, letting her eyes rove across the façades. Assar Skanås’s phone turning on had seemed almost too good to be true. Molander had received the news in the middle of their meeting, after which they’d hastily wrapped things up and hurried off. Finally, they were going to catch him.

But her joy had been short-lived. Not long after, word about Ester Landgren disappearing without a trace from the playground up in Slottshagen near Kärnan reached them.