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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
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  44. 37
  45. 38
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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

It was finally happening. Finally, he could feel it growing again. Especially when he squeezed it. When he did that, he could even see the veins swell like fat, writhing worms around it. Another minute and he’d be ready.

Just like he’d hoped, the little girl had calmed down and stopped her silly attempts at freeing herself, not to mention that screaming that had almost driven him over the edge. The rag in her mouth had muffled it a bit, but not made it any less annoying. No wonder it had taken him so long to recover.

At home on the sofa, watching his films, it almost never took more than a few minutes. But then, this was real. The little girl wasn’t on TV. She was lying right in front of him, staring wide-eyed. No wonder he was a bit nervous.

He was pulling out the tube of lubricant when his ears caught a distant sound, like a fire cracker. He turned around but couldn’t see what it was. Maybe it was just those construction workers, still at it. That was probably it. He mustn’t get nervous all over again. Mustn’t think too much. He did that a lot, and it was never good. Never ever.

He tugged on it a few times and decided it was ready. It was now or never. He gently put his free hand on her. She flinched and started whimpering again behind the tape. Goddamn whimpering. She was probably spoiled about always getting her way.

But she would like it soon enough. He was sure of it. After all, this was like a gift for her, too. In just a minute or two, she would be enjoying herself, just like him. And why wouldn’t she? He took her virginity and in exchange, she took his. What could be more beautiful?

He lubed it up, wiped his hands clean of the gloop and grabbed her hips.

‘Let go of her and get down on the ground with your arms and legs out!’

He turned towards the voice and saw a woman aiming a gun at him.

‘I said let go of her and get down on the floor!’

How had she got there? How had she found him? He didn’t understand. But it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. No one was going to disturb him now that they were about to have such a lovely time. Afterwards, when he was finished, he was going to give her a taste of his stabby knife.