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Joona Linna Crime Series Books 1 and 2: The Hypnotist, The Nightmare
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“I woke up here. I can’t see anything, I’m thirsty—”
“Are you hurt?”
“Dad!” He sobs.
“I’m here, Benjamin.”
“What’s going on?” He sounds small and afraid.
“I’ll find you,” says Erik. “Do you know where you’re going?”
“I heard a voice just when I woke up; it was all mushy, like, he was talking through a blanket. What was it again? It was something about … a house …”
“Tell me more! What kind of house?”
“No, not just a house, a haunted house.”
“Where?”
“We’re stopping now, Dad, the car’s stopped, they’re coming,” says Benjamin, sounding terrified. “I can’t talk any more.”
Erik hears strange rummaging noises, followed by a creaking sound and then Benjamin’s sudden scream. His voice is shrill and unsteady; he sounds terribly frightened:
“Leave me alone, I don’t want to, please, I promise—”
Then silence; the connection has been broken.
Erik stares at his phone but does not use it; he doesn’t want to risk blocking another call from his son. He waits by the car, praying Benjamin will call again, tries to go over the conversation but keeps losing the thread. Benjamin’s fear stabs through his head, over and over again. He realises he has to tell Simone.
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sunday, december 13 (feast of st lucia): afternoon
Erik gets into the car, his hands shaking so fiercely he can’t slide the key into the ignition. He knows he’s left his hat and gloves next to his burger in the diner, but he can’t be bothered to go back inside. The surface of the road shimmers in shades of grey from the wet snow as he reverses into the darkness and drives home. He parks on Döbelnsgatan and strides down to Luntmakargatan, feeling a strange sense of alienation as he walks in the door and hurries up the stairs. He rings the doorbell, waits, hears footsteps, the small click as the metal cover of the peephole is pushed to one side. He hears the door being unlocked from the inside, but it doesn’t open to admit him, so he opens it himself. Simone has moved back down the dark hallway. In her jeans and blue knitted sweater, arms folded over her chest, she looks resolute.
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