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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
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  20. 13
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  25. 18
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  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
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  50. 42
  51. 43
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  54. 46
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  97. About the author and translator
  98. Acknowledgements
  99. An Invitation from the Publisher

Then he heard that bang again, a bit louder but still far away, almost as though it was coming from somewhere else entirely. As though maybe he hadn’t heard it at all. It was only when he saw the blood seeping out of the wound in the side of his stomach that he realized he must’ve been shot. But it didn’t hurt. He almost couldn’t feel it, and he had no problem starting what they’d both been longing for for so long.

Finally… Finally he was enjoying his reward for waiting a whole lifetime. And how he enjoyed it. Not to mention the little girl. He could feel her wanting him. Wanting him and not being able to get enough.

Maybe there was another bang. He didn’t really know. But he had another wound now that didn’t hurt, even though he could see the blood pumping out of him, streaming down towards his crotch and making his scrotum all red and sticky.

But wait… Something wasn’t right. Something was all wrong. He didn’t understand. He wasn’t even inside her. Was that why it had been so easy? Try as he might, he couldn’t see it with all the blood. He couldn’t even feel it.

And then there was that damn sound again. Why couldn’t they just leave him alone? This was supposed to be his moment. He hadn’t even had a chance to kill her. That’s what the voices had told him. That it was the most important thing, after he was done.

He was supposed to use the water. That’s what the voices had told him. He was supposed to dunk her in the water. But there was no time, not with that idiot in the room. Instead, it was going to have to be the hatchet lying next to her. He snatched it up and raised it in the air as the woman with the gun screamed. But he couldn’t hear what she said, and though he didn’t understand how it happened, the entire stone floor suddenly flipped over and hit him hard in the back of the head.

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Lasagne was really more Sonja’s dish than Fabian’s. No one could make lasagne like her. He personally felt it required too many steps before it was finally in the oven, and then you were left with utter kitchen chaos. All the same, he’d decided to give it a go. Maybe the smell would find its way to the bedroom and cheer her up.

Having convinced Karolina Jacobsén that the best thing she could do was to take the two boys to her parents in Växjö, he’d put the house under surveillance in case Eric came back. Then he’d gone home, expecting Sonja to be up and about again and busy making some kind of dinner.