Joona Linna Crime Series Books 1 and 2: The Hypnotist, The Nightmare. Lars Kepler

me? Leave Sorab alone.”

      The man with the boyish hair runs one hand rapidly through it, begins to breathe more quickly, turns sideways, moves a little closer, and lifts the heel of his back foot an inch or two from the ground.

      “I used to train when I was younger,” says Joona. “If you attack me I will defend myself and I will take you.”

      “We’re shitting our pants,” says the one leaning against the car.

      Joona doesn’t take his eyes off the man facing him. “You’re intending to kick my legs,” he says. “Since you know you can’t manage high kicks.”

      “Asshole,” mumbles the man.

      Joona moves to the right to open up the line.

      “If you decide to kick,” Joona continues, “I will not move back, which is what you are used to; instead, I will move in, against the back of your other knee, and when you fall backwards, this elbow will be waiting for the back of your neck.”

      “Fuck me, he talks bullshit,” says the one leaning on the car.

      “He does.” The other grins. “And what an accent.”

      “If your tongue is sticking out, you’ll bite it off,” says Joona.

      The man with the boyish hair sways slightly, and when the kick comes it is slower than expected. Joona has already taken a first step when the man’s hip begins to twist. And before the leg extends and meets its target, Joona kicks as hard as he can at the back of the knee of the other leg, the one on which the man is resting all his weight. He is already off balance and falls backwards just as Joona swings around and hits the back of his neck with his elbow.

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       friday, december 11: morning

      It is just 5:30 a.m. when the knocking begins somewhere in the apartment. Simone perceives the noise as part of a frustrating dream, in which she has to pick up different shells and porcelain lids. She understands the rules but still does the wrong thing. A boy knocks on the table and points out the wrong choices she has made. Simone twists and turns in her sleep, whimpering; she opens her eyes and is immediately wide awake.

      Someone or something is knocking inside the apartment. She tries to locate the noise in the darkness, lying perfectly still and listening, but the knocking has stopped.

      She can hear Erik snoring beside her. There is a tapping sound in the pipes. The wind blows against the windowpanes. The sound of a car outside roars through the window.

      Simone just has time to think that she must have exaggerated the noise in her sleep when the knocking suddenly begins again. Someone is in the apartment! Erik has taken a pill and is out cold. His snoring quiets as she lays a hand on his arm, but he doesn’t wake up, only turns over, puffing. As quietly as possible, she creeps out of bed and slips through the bedroom door, which is ajar.

      A light comes from the kitchen. As she moves through the hallway she sees a glow hanging in the air like a blue cloud of gas. It’s the fridge light. The fridge and the freezer are standing wide open. The freezer has begun to defrost and water is running onto the floor. Drops of water from the thawing packs of food are landing on the plastic edging with a gentle tapping noise.

      Simone becomes aware of how cold it is in the kitchen. There is a smell of cigarette smoke. She looks out into the hallway.

      Then she sees that the front door is wide open.

      She rushes to Benjamin’s room. Fast asleep. For a little while she just stands there, listening to his regular breathing.

      As she walks towards the front door to close it, her heart almost stops. There is someone standing in the doorway. He nods to her and holds out an object. It takes a few seconds before she realises this is the paperboy and he’s handing her the morning paper. She says thank you and takes the paper from him; when she finally closes the door, she notices that her entire body is shaking.

      She switches on all the lights and searches the entire apartment. Nothing seems to be missing.

      Simone is on her knees mopping the water from the floor when Erik walks into the kitchen. He fetches a dish cloth, throws it on the floor, and starts to push it around with his foot.

      “Someone leave the fridge door open? I must have done it sleep-walking,” he says.

      “No,” she says wearily.

      “The fridge is a classic, after all. I must have been hungry.”

      “I’d know. I’m such a light sleeper, I wake up every time you turn over in bed or stop snoring. I wake up if Benjamin goes to the toilet. I can hear when—”

      “Then you must have been sleepwalking.”

      “Erik, this isn’t funny. Something woke me up and the front door was open.”

      She falls silent, not sure she should have told him this.

      “I could definitely smell cigarette smoke in the kitchen,” she says eventually.

      Erik laughs.

      Simone’s cheeks are stained with an angry flush. “Why are you laughing?”

      “Come on, Sixan. One of the neighbours probably smoked a cigarette standing by the exhaust fan in their kitchen. I mean, the whole building shares a ventilation system. Or some terrible person had a cigarette on the stairs without thinking—”

      “Can you be a little more patronising?” Simone interrupts.

      He tries to reassure her. “Simone—”

      “Why don’t you believe someone was here?” she asks angrily. “After all that crap about you that was in the papers? The prank calls? It’s hardly surprising if some lunatic tries to get in here and—”

      “Just stop. This is not logical. Who on earth would come into our apartment, open the fridge and the freezer, smoke a cigarette, and then just leave?”

      He tosses the wrung-out dish cloth back on the floor and begins swabbing with his foot again.

      “I don’t know, Erik! I don’t know, but that’s what somebody has done!”

      “Calm down,” says Erik irritably.

      “Calm down?”

      “Stop making such a fuss. I’m sure we’ll find a simple explanation.”

      “I could feel there was someone in the apartment when I woke up,” she says, in a subdued voice.

      He sighs and leaves the kitchen. Simone looks at the dirty grey cloth he was using.

      Benjamin comes in and sits down in his usual place.

      “Good morning,” says Simone.

      He sighs and sits there with his head in his hands. “Why do you and Dad always lie about everything?”

      “We don’t,” she says.

      “Yeah, right.”

      “What makes you think we do?”

      He doesn’t reply.

      “Are you thinking about what I said in the taxi from—”

      “I’m thinking about a whole load of things,” he says loudly.

      “There’s no need to shout at me.”

      He sighs. “Forget I said anything.”

      “I don’t know what’s going to happen between me and Dad. It’s not that simple,” she says. “Maybe we’re only fooling ourselves, but that’s not the same as lying.”

      “According to you,” he says quietly.

      “Is something else bothering you?”