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      ‘Ain’t that the truth?’ he snarled through gritted teeth as he made the call.

      ‘Emergency services, what’s the nature of the emergency?’

      ‘My flat’s on fire, Maria Trappgränd 7, one person trapped inside,’ he managed to say before the call was cut off.

      He was about to redial, when the LED light started to flash.

      With a trembling finger he touched the display and the screen came to life again.

      Remember rule number one, HP!

       The Game Master

      He stared at the phone for a few seconds, as if he were having trouble taking in what was happening.

      Then he remembered where he was and tossed the mobile aside, grabbed the washing-up bowl with both hands and, with a couple of long strides, was back in the hall where he emptied it in the direction of the fire.

      ‘Put it out, put it out, put it out,’ the cheerful little voice in his head sang, and with a crash a week’s worth of well-soaked washing-up and a few litres of dirty water landed on the hall-floor.

      The fire hissed and spat out a cloud of white smoke, but HP didn’t see that.

      He was already back in the kitchen, desperately filling the empty bowl with more water.

      Then emptying it, then again, and again, and now he could clearly see the fire getting smaller.

      His eyes were stinging, his lungs were burning and his breathing was getting laboured, but he wasn’t about to give up now.

      When he was on his fifth bowlful the front door was wrenched open with a crash and a moment later a cloud of foam and white smoke overwhelmed him even before he could put his hands over his face.

      Coughing madly, he staggered back towards the kitchen and blinked away the tears enough to get a window open before collapsing on the floor. He was gasping desperately for breath, but his throat had shrunk to the size of a drinking-straw.

      Everything was starting to go black.

      From down in the street there was the sound of sirens and people shouting orders.

      ‘Dialling one-one-two is easy to do,’ the child’s voice inside his head chanted just before he lost consciousness.

      ‘You were lucky, Henrik,’ the doctor said, unaware that she was echoing what her colleague in St Göran had said the night before.

      ‘You inhaled a bit of smoke, and you have a minor burn on your left hand, but that’s more or less it.’

      He nodded mutely from the trolley. It was considerably easier to breathe now, presumably thanks to the oxygen mask.

      ‘We’re going to rinse your eyes once more, you got covered in a fair bit of foam, but there’s no real danger. Your vision might be a bit fuzzy for a couple of days, but it’ll pass.’

      He nodded again.

      There was no point trying to talk with the mask on, and besides, what would he say?

      ‘Well, then,’ the doctor said as she got up. ‘If you haven’t got any questions, I need to get going. Even if you feel fine, keep the mask on until the nurse has rinsed your eyes. You need to breathe pure oxygen to drive out the carbon monoxide you’ve inhaled. Look after yourself, Henrik!’

      He nodded a third time, in both confirmation and farewell.

      Then he was finally alone.

      The tumble-dryer got going again, this time on an advanced setting. But before he had time to concentrate on it there was a knock on the door and two uniformed police officers stepped in. Perfect, just what he needed.

      King of the Mounties, Cling and Clang are here to ruin your day. Shit!

      They turned out to be called Paulsson and Wöhl, and once he’d asked to see their badges and carefully examined them, even though they were in full uniform, they had a few questions for him.

      Did he happen to have any enemies? No, officer, he didn’t.

      Could he think of any other reason why someone would want to pour paraffin through his letterbox and set fire to his hall?

      Yes, he could certainly think of a reason, but he had no intention of sharing it with a couple of flat-footed cops, or anyone else come to that. He didn’t need any more reminders of the rules, thanks very fucking much!

      ‘No, officer, I’m afraid not,’ he replied instead with his head tilted to one side and his honest look on his face. Neither of them seemed to buy it, but what the hell!

      Apart from what he had told them about the outbreak of the fire, was there anything else he could tell them that could be relevant to their investigation?

      Same answer again, for the third time: No, not a thing!

      The cops exchanged a knowing glance over their notepads, and after a few final pearls of wisdom they finally gave up.

      ‘The case will be investigated by the Södermalm Police.’ Great, thanks very much!

      He already knew what the result would be. Absolutely zilch.

      ‘Hi, it’s me … Micke …’ he added, in case she didn’t recognize his voice.

      ‘Hi,’ she said curtly, then realized that she was actually pleased he had called.

      ‘How are you?’

      He sounded a bit unsure, as if he didn’t really know what to say. It was usually her who phoned.

      ‘Fine, thanks, just a bit tired. Work’s been a bit busy,’ she found herself saying, surprised at her honesty.

      ‘Oh, I see … You probably don’t really feel like meeting up, then?’

      She was silent for a couple of seconds. Her headache hadn’t given up, her ribs were still sore, and Henke’s final words were still echoing in her head. So no, not really!

      ‘Sure, I can be round in half an hour,’ she replied, and for the second time in the conversation she surprised herself.

      ‘I thought maybe we could go out … have a bit of a chat?’ he went on quickly.

      Her brain said it was time to pull the hand-brake.

      Fucking, yes, talking, no! We don’t have time for that sort of thing, Normén!

      ‘Sure!’ her mouth replied disobediently, and forty-five minutes later they were sitting in a little Thai place up in Vasastan, and to her surprise she discovered that it was really, really nice just having a bit of a chat for a while.

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