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       Chapter 147

      

       Chapter 148

      

       Chapter 149

      

       Chapter 150

      

       Chapter 151

      

       Chapter 152

      

       Chapter 153

      

       Chapter 154

      

       Chapter 155

      

       Chapter 156

      

       Chapter 157

      

       Chapter 158

      

       Chapter 159

      

       Chapter 160

      

       Chapter 161

      

       Chapter 162

      

       Chapter 163

      

       Chapter 164

      

       Chapter 165

      

       Chapter 166

      

       Chapter 167

      

       Chapter 168

      

       Chapter 169

      

       Chapter 170

      

       Chapter 171

      

       Chapter 172

      

       Chapter 173

      

       Chapter 174

      

       Chapter 175

      

       Chapter 176

      

       Chapter 177

      

       Chapter 178

      

       Chapter 179

      

       Chapter 180

      

       Chapter 181

      

       Chapter 182

      

       Chapter 183

      

       Epilogue

      

       Read on for an exclusive extract from the next Joona Linna thriller, Stalker

       About the Author

      

       Also by Lars Kepler

      

       About the Publisher

       It’s the middle of the night, and snow is blowing in from the sea. A young man is walking across a high railway bridge, towards Stockholm. His face is as pale as misted glass. His jeans are stiff with frozen blood. He is walking between the rails, stepping over the sleepers. Fifty metres below him the ice on the water is just visible, like a strip of cloth. A blanket of snow covers the trees and oil tanks in the harbour are barely visible; the snow is swirling in the glow from the container crane far below.

       Warm blood is trickling down the man’s lower left arm, into his hand and dripping from his fingertips.

       The rails start to sing and whistle as a night-train approaches the two-kilometre-long bridge.

      

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