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Oskar knew how it went; he had several similar cases in his scrapbook.
    The whole thing was probably a coincidence. But what if.
    Oskar listened at the door. His mom was doing the dishes. He lay down on the bed and dug out the knife. The handle was shaped to fit the hand and the whole thing weighed about three times as much as the kitchen knife he had used yesterday.
    He got up and stood in the middle of the room with the knife in his hand. It was beautiful, transmitted power to the hand holding it.
    The sound of clinking dishes came from the kitchen. He thrust a few times into the air. The Murderer. When he had learned to control the power Jonny, Micke, and Tomas would never bother him again. He was about to lunge again, but stopped himself. Someone could see him from outside. It was dark now and the light was on in his room. He looked out but only saw his own reflection in the glass.
    The Murderer.
    He put the knife back in its hiding place. This was only a game. These kinds of things didn't happen in reality. But he needed to know the details. Needed to know them now.

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    Tommy was sitting in an armchair with a motorcycle magazine, nodding his head and humming. From time to time he held the magazine aloft so Lasse and Robban, who were sitting in the couch, could see a particularly interesting picture, with a caption about cylinder volume and maximum speed. The naked light bulb in the ceiling was reflected in the shiny pages, throwing pale cat's eyes over the cement and timber walls. He had them sitting on pins and needles.
    Tommy's mother was dating Staffan, who worked in the Vallingby police department. Tommy didn't like Staffan very much, quite the opposite, in fact. A know-it-all, oily-voiced kind of guy. And religious. But from his mom Tommy got to hear this and that. Things Staffan wasn't really allowed to tell his mom and things that his mom wasn't really allowed to tell Tommy, but. . .
    That was how, for example, he had heard about the state of the police investigation into the radio store break-in at Islandstorget. The break-in that he, Robban, and Lasse had been responsible for.
    No trace of the perpetrators. Those were his mom's exact words: "No trace of the perpetrators." Staffan's words. Didn't even have a description of the getaway car.
    Tommy and Robban were sixteen years old and in the first year of high school. Lasse was nineteen, something wrong with his head, and he worked at LM Eriksson in Ulvsunda, sorting metal parts. But he had a driver's license. And a white Saab-74. They had used a marker to alter the plates before the break-in. Not that it mattered, since no one had seen the car.
    They had stored their bounty in the unused shelter room across from the basement storage area that was their meeting place. They had removed the chain with metal cutters, supplied it with a new lock. Didn't really know what to do with all the stuff since the job itself had been the goal. Lasse had sold a cassette tape to a friend at work for two hundred but that was it.
    It was best to lay low with the goods for a while. And not let Lasse handle any selling since he was ... a little slow, as his mom put it. But now two weeks had gone by since the caper and the police had something else to occupy them.
    Tommy kept turning the pages of the magazine and smiling to himself. Yup, yup. A whole lot of something else to occupy them. Robban was drumming his fingers against his thigh.
    "Come on, let's hear it."
    Tommy held up the magazine again.
    "Kawasaki. Three hundred cubic. Fuel injection and—"
    "Get a grip, man. Tell us."
    "What... the murder?"
    "Yes!"
    Tommy bit his lip, pretended to think it over.
    "How did it happen?"
    Lasse leaned his tall body forward, folding in the middle like a jackknife.
    "Uh. Let's hear it."
    Tommy put the magazine away and met his gaze.
    "Sure you want to hear it? It's pretty scary."
    "Phft. So what."
    Lasse looked all tough, but Tommy saw a flash of concern in his eyes. You only had to make an