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Chapters (85)
  1. Cover
  2. Also by Joakim Zander
  3. THE FRIEND
  4. Copyright
  5. Contents
  6. Dedication
  7. Epigraph
  8. 1
  9. 5 August
  10. 21 November
  11. 5 August
  12. 21 November
  13. 5 August
  14. 21 November
  15. 12 August
  16. 21 November
  17. 14 August
  18. 21 November
  19. 17–22 August
  20. 22 November
  21. 24 August
  22. 22 November
  23. 7 September–16 October
  24. 22 November
  25. 16 October
  26. 22 November
  27. 20 October
  28. 22 November
  29. 20 October–13 November
  30. 22 November
  31. 13–14 November
  32. 22 November
  33. 14 November
  34. 22 November
  35. 14 November
  36. 23 November
  37. 14 November
  38. 2
  39. 23 November
  40. 14 November
  41. 23 November
  42. 14–15 November
  43. 23 November
  44. 15 November
  45. 23–24 November
  46. 15 November
  47. 24 November
  48. 15–21 November
  49. 24 November
  50. 21 November
  51. 24 November
  52. 23 November
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  55. 24 November
  56. 24 November
  57. 24 November
  58. 24 November
  59. 24 November
  60. 3
  61. 24 November
  62. 24 November
  63. 24 November
  64. 24 November
  65. 25 November
  66. 25 November
  67. 25 November
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  80. 25 November
  81. 26 November
  82. 26 November
  83. 26–28 November
  84. Acknowledgements
  85. An Invitation from the Publisher

But Agneta doesn’t answer, and his call isn’t forwarded to an answering machine. After fifteen rings, he stops trying, closes his eyes, and leans back on the bench. The concrete is cool against the short blonde hair of his neck. He’s sitting in the airport in Beirut. His first time in the Middle East. His first time outside of Europe. For a moment it feels like he’s drowning; he gasps for breath, opens his eyes wide.

‘No, no, no,’ he says out loud to himself.

He calms himself down. Time to be resourceful.

He calls Agneta Adelheim again. When she answers on the second ring, relief washes over him.

‘Oh, no,’ she says when Jacob introduces himself. ‘I’m so sorry. I was sure it was next week you were coming. I’ll be there in half an hour.’

Jacob hangs up and stands, shaking off his disappointment. They forgot about him. It’s a setback, but things like that happen. They have a lot on their plate. Of course things fall through the cracks. You can’t keep track of every little detail. It doesn’t mean he won’t be able to amaze them.

He pulls a copy of Dagens Nyheter out of his newly purchased brown leather briefcase. He’s been carrying the newspaper since boarding the flight in Stockholm, but only now does he open it. Might as well get up to speed on the latest news, he thinks, skimming the front page. He’s mainly looking for anything related to Beirut. He read online about the demonstrations taking place at the government headquarters. About garbage not being picked up, filling the streets with stench and disease because the government is so corrupt and dysfunctional. But none of that is in this newspaper. Instead, there is some Säpo scandal breaking in Sweden. He remembers hearing about it on the news yesterday, but he was too preoccupied to make much sense of it.

Now he has time. A half hour at least, and as he unfolds the newspaper, he sees a photo of a red-haired woman in her thirties, dressed professionally, taking up half the first page. Green eyes and a resolute expression, she’s standing at some kind of press conference.

The headline reads: ‘Russia Behind Riots in the Suburbs.’