The Complete Game Trilogy: Game, Buzz, Bubble. Литагент HarperCollins USD

normal at first glance. An ordinary brick office-building, standard Swedish design, nothing fancy. Just like all the others along the road. Two storeys, a main entrance, underground parking and a small, glassed-in security booth. A couple of tatty pennants drooped in front of the entrance, their cords whipping rhythmically in the summer breeze.

      Bang-bang-bang-bang.

      Fucking smart move, actually, hiding in plain sight like this, where everyone could see, but no-one did. Much better than some secret fortress which would only provoke a load of questions.

       The best trick the devil ever pulled …

      Getting a car hadn’t been a problem. A Saab 900 from the long-stay carpark at Arlanda. You could start those with a lollypop stick if you knew what you were doing. The barrier of the carpark was just as easy. Mr Sensible had naturally left the ticket in the ashtray to make sure he didn’t lose it while he was getting drunk in Mallorca. He just had to pay a bit of cash into the machine, then drive out entirely legally. Two hundred and fifty kronor for a car with a full tank that wouldn’t be reported stolen for at least six days. And that was a fairly decent price, a hell of a lot less than Hertz, and a lot less hassle, particularly for someone who didn’t want to be seen. And who didn’t actually have a driving licence …