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Chapters (92)
  1. Cover
  2. Maps
  3. Epigraph
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Chapter 37
  42. Chapter 38
  43. Chapter 39
  44. Chapter 40
  45. Chapter 41
  46. Chapter 42
  47. Chapter 43
  48. Chapter 44
  49. Chapter 45
  50. Chapter 46
  51. Chapter 47
  52. Chapter 48
  53. Chapter 49
  54. Chapter 50
  55. Chapter 51
  56. Chapter 52
  57. Chapter 53
  58. Chapter 54
  59. Chapter 55
  60. Chapter 56
  61. Chapter 57
  62. Chapter 58
  63. Chapter 59
  64. Chapter 60
  65. Chapter 61
  66. Chapter 62
  67. Chapter 63
  68. Chapter 64
  69. Chapter 65
  70. Chapter 66
  71. Chapter 67
  72. Chapter 68
  73. Chapter 69
  74. Chapter 70
  75. Chapter 71
  76. Chapter 72
  77. Chapter 73
  78. Chapter 74
  79. Chapter 75
  80. Chapter 76
  81. Chapter 77
  82. Chapter 78
  83. Chapter 79
  84. Chapter 80
  85. Chapter 81
  86. Chapter 82
  87. Chapter 83
  88. Chapter 84
  89. Chapter 85
  90. Chapter 86
  91. Epilogue
  92. About the Author

‘Probably Smeed,’ she says with a glance at her watch.

It must be the late evening in Thailand, so he’s unlikely to be sober, Karen realises with a sigh. She adjusts her earbud, pushes the button on the cord and answers in a formal tone.

But instead of her boss’s drawling inflection, she hears a voice so tense she barely recognises it.

‘Hi, Karen, it’s Leo. I think you need to come back. Right now.’

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Without knowing how, Karen manages to keep the car on the road. All her instincts are screaming at her to rip out the earbud. She doesn’t want to hear it. Whatever it is, she doesn’t want to know.

‘What’s wrong?’ she says and wonders if her voice can be heard over the loud buzzing in her ears. ‘Is it Sigrid?’ she breathes and knows the worst must have happened. Leo wouldn’t call otherwise.

Her words draw an instant reaction from Karl Björken.

‘Pull over there,’ he says, pointing to a pole with the bus company’s logo on it. ‘Do it, Karen.’

His authoritative voice compels her to obey. She slams on the brakes and turns into the bus stop.

‘Hello?’ Leo’s voice says in her ear. ‘Are you still there? You’re breaking up.’

‘What’s wrong?’

‘She’s been beat up pretty bad. And she’s scared. She’s here in the kitchen now, but she’s in a bad way.’

‘Who hit her? If it’s that bloody Sam, I’m going to—’

Memories of Sigrid’s ex-boyfriend flash before her eyes. It’s been three months since they broke up, but she knows Sam still calls to badger Sigrid about getting back together. She pictures the gangly young man: even more tattoos on his arms than Sigrid, even more piercings and the same long black hair. Samuel Nesbö may look dangerous, but Karen never thought he’d be violent.

While her mind races, she absently notes that Karl is taking the keys out of the ignition and opening the door on his side. Then Leo’s voice is back.

‘Sam? What the fuck are you talking about? It’s her husband, obviously. Bo, or whatever the fuck his name is.’

Everything stops. Then fear morphs into unadulterated rage.

‘Aylin,’ she says quietly. ‘Bo beat her?’

‘To within an inch of her life. She has the kids with her and says it’s only a matter of time before the bastard turns up here.’

‘I’m on my way,’ Karen says. ‘But it’s going to take me a few hours to get there. Call the police right now and—’

‘She won’t,’ Leo cuts in. ‘Says she’ll leave if we contact the police. Sigrid and I have both tried to convince her.’

‘Does she need a doctor?’

‘That’s off the table, too. She claims nothing’s broken.’

‘Have you talked to Marike?’

‘No, I called you first.’