mari jungstedt - The Killers Art
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MARI JUNGSTEDT
Translated from the Swedish by Tiina Nunnally
Doubleday
LONDON TORONTO SYDNEY AUCKLAND JOHANNESBURG
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First published in Great Britain
in 2010 by Doubleday
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Copyright Mari Jungstedt 2006 English translation copyright Tiina Nunnally 2010
Mari Jungstedt has asserted her right under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 to be identified as the author of this work.
This book is a work of fiction and, except in the case of historical fact, any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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To my everyday heroes: Cenneth, Bella and Basse
Also by Mari Jungstedt
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T wo seconds. That was all it took to destroy him. To tear his life apart. Two pitiful seconds.
The malevolent thoughts that raced back and forth in his head at night refused to let go. For weeks theyd been keeping him awake. Not until the borderland between night and day did he finally slip into a liberating slumber. He could escape his thoughts for a few hours. Then he woke again to the hell that had been forced upon him. A lonely, private inferno that raged beneath his controlled exterior. Sharing it with anyone else was impossible.
It was during those two seconds that he had fallen headfirst into the blackest abyss. Never would he have imagined that the truth could be so merciless.
It took a while before he understood what he had to do. Slowly and irrevocably the realization had crept in. He would have to set to work on his own. There was no going back, no back door that he could slip through and pretend to the world and himself that nothing had happened.
It all started one day when he suddenly discovered a secret, and he didnt know what to do about it. He went around carrying the knowledge inside him for a while. It itched, chafed and irritated him like a sore that had split open and refused to heal.
Eventually he might have put it out of his mind. Convinced himself that it was best to leave it be. If only he had done.
If only curiosity hadnt prompted him to investigate further, so he couldnt forget, so he had to find out more. Even if it hurt.
The fateful day arrived, although he didnt know it at the time, not at first. Not in his mind, at least. Maybe his body had sensed the danger instinctively. Maybe not.
He was home alone. For a large part of the night he had lain awake, thinking about the thing that had preoccupied him for the past few weeks. With an effort he got out of bed when he heard the day coming awake outside the window.
He had no appetite, and he barely managed to get down a cup of tea. He merely sat at the kitchen table staring at the overcast sky and the high-rise building opposite; he had no idea how long he sat there. Frustration finally drove him out of his flat.
The morning was well under way, but as always in November, it never got truly light. The snow on the pavement was a dirty brown, and people were hurrying through the slush without looking anyone else in the eye. The cold was raw and damp, not conducive to indolent strolling.
He decided to go back to that place, without having any real reason to do so. He was just obeying an impulse. If he had known what was going to happen, he wouldnt have gone. But it was as if the whole thing were pre-destined.
When he turned down the street, the man was just locking the door. He followed the man at a distance as he walked to the bus stop. The bus arrived almost at once. It was packed with people, and he practically rubbed shoulders with the man as they stood crowded together in the centre aisle.
The man got off at the NK department store and with determined steps pushed his way through the hordes of Saturday shoppers. He walked briskly towards the city centre in his elegant woollen coat with a scarf nonchalantly flung over his shoulder, smoking a cigarette. Abruptly he turned off on to a side street.
The man had never taken this route before. His pursuers pulse quickened but he kept back at a safe distance. Just to be sure, he walked along the opposite side of the street, but he still had a good view.
Suddenly he lost his quarry. He crossed the street and found a metal door that was so unobtrusive it merged with the shabby facade of the building. He cast a surreptitious glance in both directions. The man must have disappeared through the door, and he decided to follow. He didnt know how devastating the consequences would be as he pressed down the door handle.
Inside, a faint red light on the ceiling provided scant illumination. The walls were painted black. A steep staircase, its steps marked by tiny lights, led straight down to a basement flat. Not a sound was audible. Hesitantly he descended the stairs and ended up in a long, empty corridor. It was dimly lit, and he could only sense that people were moving about in the dark up ahead.
It was the middle of the day, but that wasnt evident in the basement. The world outside didnt exist. In here other codes prevailed. He understood that after only a few moments.
Seemingly endless corridors wound their way in a complicated labyrinth. Shadowy figures came and went, and he couldnt distinguish the face of the man hed been following. He strained not to take in what he was seeing, wanting to protect himself. Impressions tugged at his attention, tried to get under his skin.
He got lost and ended up next to a door. That cursed door. If only he hadnt opened it.
Two seconds it took him to register what was happening inside, to comprehend what he was seeing.
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