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

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      But he still did it. Spent the night on her sofa, then went with her to the bank the next day.

      A night’s sleep and some more decent food had done him good, and he felt much brighter than he had during the previous evening’s tearful outburst.

      It was still a bit embarrassing, but what the fuck …

      Bodyguards must get paid pretty well, if she had that much in her account …

      He got twenty-seven thousand in cash, and was left with twenty-three once he’d bought a few clothes and a new pay-as-you-go mobile in the shops around Hötorget. Then a quick call to Lufthansa.

       Ein return ticket to Frankfurt for an Andreas Pettersson? Kein problem, mein herr!

      Seeing as his passport very handily didn’t say which of his first names he used, there wouldn’t be any problem picking the ticket up at Arlanda.

      It was the first time he’d ever had any use for his middle name. Anyone checking the passenger lists wouldn’t find him, at least not straight away. They’d probably start by looking for single tickets booked in the name he usually used, so Andreas wouldn’t be picked up first time round.

      By then he’d already be in Frankfurt, with a whole load of airlines and destinations to pick from. If he felt like it he could even skip the flight and catch the train to some other airport instead. Cross the border into Holland or Belgium, maybe. The Germans were pretty fucking hot when it came to trains, and cash left no trail.

       Are you sure you want to exit?

       Hell yeah!

      He was sitting on the airport bus with his newly purchased cabin luggage by his feet. Apart from the laptop it contained a pair of jeans, some underwear and toiletries, but that was more or less it. He was travelling light, essentials only, he could pick up the rest when he got there.

      It was a shame about his stuff at home in Maria Trappgränd, but Becca had volunteered as usual. She’d promised to put it all in storage and sort out an estate agent to unlock the value of the two-room flat. He was going to call her in a month or so to sort out the money.

      Half of the flat was actually hers, but there’d still be plenty of money left over.

      Transferring the cash would be a bit tricky, but there had to be ways round that. An anonymous account with Western Union or something?

      Most of the stuff in the flat was crap, things he’d inherited from Mum and not bothered to get rid of. Apart from the television and computer there was nothing of any value, he’d long since sold anything worth selling.

      They’d got rid of Dad’s stuff just after he died, when they moved into the city.

      The Salvation Army had picked up the lot, every last thing. He definitely didn’t need any reminders of the old bastard and what he had done.

      Looking in the mirror was more than enough …

      No, there was really only one thing in the flat that he was worried about, something he’d rather not have Becca snooping about in. But he didn’t have much choice. Even if she did find the box, she wouldn’t realize, or at least he hoped not.

      She was okay, Becca, as far as sisters go. More than okay, actually … Even if she was always getting at him, she stepped up whenever it really mattered.

      Watching his back …

      She’d always done that, ever since they were little and he … well … he loved her for it.

      Obviously that was the case, even if he was reluctant to admit it. Becca was the only family he had, actually the only person who had ever behaved like someone who was family ought to. The only fixed point in his life. In fact, he’d do almost anything for her if she asked …

      Bloody hell, that sounded wet!

      He’d never dream of saying anything like that to her face. He actually felt a bit embarrassed just thinking stuff like that, but maybe it wasn’t so weird that he was getting a bit soppy now that it was time to leave his homeland for good?

      Sollentuna flew past on the right-hand side and he slouched down in his seat to try to get comfortable. He’d already scanned his fellow passengers a couple of times and none of them looked suspicious. To be on the safe side, he’d pulled his usual 007 stunt when he reached Central Station, and had waited until the very last minute before racing for the airport bus. No-one had followed him, he was sure of that.

      But on the other hand, maybe they didn’t need to shadow him? According to Erman, they were everywhere. Hundreds, maybe thousands of little Ant-eyes looking out for him, sweeping their mobiles over people’s faces until the face-recognition app found a match. And suddenly he was a red dot on a map! Hadn’t the bus driver given him a strange look when he got on? What about little miss businesswoman behind him, sitting there fiddling with her Blackberry? He could feel his pulse rate going up and closed his eyes for a few seconds.

      Just calm down, HP, you’ve been doing this shit for too long! Your brain just sees what it wants to see, so leave off wanting to see this sort of bollocks and get a fucking grip!

      He took a couple of deep breaths and then opened his eyes.

      Everything was fine. There was nothing to worry about. He was on his way to leaving the Game, putting this crap behind him and starting a whole new chapter. Disappearing under the radar and becoming a ghost-rider. So why couldn’t he put his mind to rest? Probably because there was something in all the crap that was still sticking out, something he hadn’t fixed.

      Somewhere near Bredden he worked out what it was. A quick call to Becca from his new mobile, it was worth the risk. He was going to switch when he got to Thailand anyway. And he had to know, had to be properly sure. That she’d be safe. Out of harm’s way.

      She picked up at once.

      ‘Rebecca Normén.’

      ‘It’s me. A quick question.’

      ‘Okay, but it’ll have to be really quick, I’m at work, things are a bit …’

      ‘The mobile, the one you picked up from Manga. What did you do with it?’

      He held his breath.

      ‘I booked it into lost property, it’ll be there until they can trace the owner.’

      ‘Great!’ he breathed out.

      Everything was fine, time to round it all off. Now he could exit with a clear conscience.

      ‘I was just worried you might have kept it or something …’

      ‘No, it’s down in the store. Apparently it was reported stolen by some company out in the Western District, according to the IMEI number. Some telecoms company, I think it was. Anyway, I thought you were on your way out of the country?’

      Suddenly he sat up in his seat.

      ‘I am. You don’t happen to remember what the company was called?’

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