front of
MI5, her British employer. I know that she’s only human, and that she made a terrible mistake. But now she has finished paying for that mistake.’
Unexpected. So Eden had told her boss whom she had had a relationship with. That was a brave thing to do. It must have really hurt.
Unfortunately Buster Hansson was wrong. He had said there was nothing he didn’t know. That wasn’t true.
Efraim sat down on the bed. His plane was due to take off in less than two hours. Back to Israel. Home to Jerusalem. He thought about Eden and took a deep breath. He had been borrowing an
apartment from a friend in Tel Aviv back then, when he seduced her. When they had had a relationship.
A very unfair relationship, because she had actually fallen in love, while he had just screwed her in the interests of national security.
But he had said that he loved her, and she had believed him – until she realised who he was, and what his agenda must be. The humiliation had driven her crazy; the fact that she had walked
straight into his simple trap had made her lose all self-respect. For a while he had thought that she wouldn’t settle for an outburst of rage, that she would come after him, determined never
to give up until she had killed him. But that wasn’t what happened. Instead her fury had been followed by total silence, and then she had left London.
Resolutely he got to his feet. He had no reason to remain in Stockholm. It was time to go home, to wait for his next assignment. This had been a turbulent ending to his stay in the Swedish
capital; it would be interesting to follow the progress of the police investigation.
He had made a point of staying away from the members of the Solomon Community, visiting the centre only to do his job. Distance was important; he didn’t want to be recognised and
remembered.
But that damned feeling kept on coming over him. The same feeling that had stressed him out when it looked as if they weren’t going to find a suitable candidate for the post of head of
security. It hovered in the air, hanging over him like an omen of impending doom, an Armageddon that was being held at bay only by the beautiful winter weather that had blessed the city today.
He tried to shake off the sense of unease as he picked up his suitcase and left the room. He went down to the lobby to check out.
The receptionist smiled.
‘There’s a message for you,’ she said, handing him an envelope.
Slowly he put down the case. He stood there holding the letter. Who knew he was here? A few people from the Solomon Community, but they wouldn’t contact him in writing. They would
phone him.
Efraim moved away from the desk. With his back to the receptionist, he opened the sealed envelope.
It held only a simple white card. He read the brief message.
What the hell?
This wasn’t happening. It
couldn
’
t
be happening.
He read the message over and over again.
‘Excuse me, did you want to check out?’
He turned around in a daze.
‘No,’ he said. ‘No, I’m staying.’
He slipped the card into his pocket, knowing that he wouldn’t need to look at it again to remember what it said.
I heard you were in town.
So am I.
The Paper Boy
C hildren’s bodies, laid to rest in the cold snow. Fredrika Bergman was standing a short distance away with Alex, trying yet again to understand how someone could believe they had the right
to harm other people. Take on the role of the supreme judge, presiding over life and death.
The life and death of
children.
She could hardly remember how she and Alex had managed to get from the interviews with the boys’ mothers in Östermalm to the deserted golf course at Drottningholm.
‘I don’t understand this,’ Alex said.
‘Who does?’
‘What the hell are these paper bags supposed to mean?’
When the bags had been removed, there was no longer any doubt. They had found Simon Eisenberg and Abraham Goldmann.
‘They must have some significance for the murderer,’
Deanna Chase
Leighann Dobbs
Ker Dukey
Toye Lawson Brown
Anne R. Dick
Melody Anne
Leslie Charteris
Kasonndra Leigh
M.F. Wahl
Mindy Wilde