Ларс Кеплер - The Rabbit Hunter

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There’s a face at the window.A stranger wearing a mask stands in the shadow of a garden. He’s watching his first victim through the window. He will kill him slowly, make it last — play him a nursery rhyme — make him pay.
A killer in your house.
There’s only one person the police can turn to — ex-Detective Joona Linna — but he’s serving time in a high-security prison. So they offer him a chance to secure his freedom: help Superintendent Saga Bauer track down the vicious killer known as the Rabbit Hunter, before he strikes again.
Only one man can stop him.
Soon another three victims have been murdered and Stockholm is in the grip of terror. Joona Linna must catch a disturbed predator, whose trail of destruction leads back to one horrific night of violence — with consequences more terrifying than anyone could have imagined...

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Rain is still streaming down the big panes of glass.

Lawrence walks faster, trying to breathe quietly.

If he can get outside, he just has to keep going until he reaches the church, then head along the E10 to Björkliden, and hide somewhere until this is all over.

There’s a clatter as his foot hits a black bucket. It slides across the dusty floor, and the trowels inside it rattle when it comes to a halt.

Lawrence starts running, no longer worrying if anyone can hear him, swings around the pallets and reaches the emergency exit. He shoves the handle down and pushes and pulls, but the door won’t open.

A heavy padlock is hanging from the handle.

He adjusts his glasses, turns around, and his heart starts to thud in terror when he sees DJ coming down the stairs with an axe in his hand.

Lawrence kicks at the glass but nothing happens.

His eyes sweep quickly across the room and he realises he needs to try to get to the other side of the bar, through the mountain of sofas, cupboards, potted plants, chairs and tables.

Panting, he hurries along the windows towards the stack of furniture. It’s tightly packed and reaches his chest. He lifts the plastic cover and squeezes in between a pile of chairs and a round marble table.

The light changes beneath the plastic, becomes hazy and oddly soft.

He holds the cover up with one hand and crawls into a narrow passageway between some cupboards, but stops when he hears a clattering sound behind him. He quickly huddles down and hears the plastic settle on top of the furniture again.

Leaning over and with his knees bent, he forces his bulky frame between two cupboards full of dishes.

He can’t help thinking that it’s Grace coming after him.

That this is how they’ve set it up.

In his mind’s eye he sees her pink pleated skirt, her blood-smeared thighs and her long hair stuck to her cheeks.

Panting for breath, he pushes past some huge terracotta pots and deck chairs, then suddenly hears footsteps behind him.

On one level he knows it’s DJ, but his brain keeps summoning up an image of Grace.

She’s here to get her revenge. He can hear her getting closer, dragging a skipping rope behind her, its plastic handle bouncing across the uneven mosaic floor.

Panicking, he shoves one wicker chair out of his way, picks up the next and pushes his way through to a large buffet table, but from there on his path is blocked.

He’s reached a wall of heavy cupboards. It’s impossible to get through to the pool area this way. He needs to find a different route, possibly under the stack of sun-loungers.

The plastic sheet billows up in a draught, then settles back down with a rustling sigh.

The pain in Lawrence’s chest has got worse and his left arm feels oddly numb.

When he bends down to see if it would be possible to crawl under the loungers his glasses fall off.

Shaking badly, he sinks to his knees to look for them, but manages to knock them under a low table instead. He thinks he can see them, and reaches but can’t quite grab them.

He lies down on his stomach and starts to slide into the cramped space. Shuffling forward, he blinks and stretches his arm out, touches his glasses with his fingertips and quickly puts them back on.

Still lying on his stomach, he turns his head and looks back towards the mosaic floor when DJ suddenly crouches down and stares straight at him through the table legs and chairs.

He looks like Grace, with his attractive open face and blond hair.

The plastic rustles and Lawrence realises that DJ is squeezing through the stack of furniture.

Lawrence presses on beneath the table, and hears the zip of his jacket scrape across the slate floor.

He’s breathing harder now, and with each breath his back presses against the stone slab and it feels like he’s about to get stuck.

He thinks about the ticket to the musical again, and how she’ll never understand why he didn’t show up.

Furniture is crashing behind him and he hears glass breaking as he gets closer to the other side of the table.

He’s gasping for breath now as he tries to grab something to help pull himself out.

There’s a dull clang as DJ puts the axe on the floor and reaches in after him.

‘Leave me the fuck alone!’ he screams.

DJ grabs one of his feet and starts pulling him back. Lawrence kicks out and pulls free, slides out from the other side of the table and stands up shakily. It feels like he’s about to throw up as he pushes between some heavy sofas. He topples a stack of white cushions and the plastic settles down over him again. He stumbles on, scrambling over the cushions, and just about manages to keep his balance.

He’s made it through the barricade, and turns and rushes on, hitting his shoulder on one of the pillars as he hurries around the whirlpool bath, but then he stops.

He’s breathing incredibly fast and the fingers of one hand feel completely numb now.

He keeps going, looking back at the bar and seeing DJ’s reflection in the glass door.

DJ is running along the walkway with the axe in his hand.

He’s heading towards the pool area, past the doors to the locker rooms.

Odd strips of leather are hanging down his cheeks.

Lawrence coughs and walks quickly towards the main pool, thinking he can get outside from here.

His heart is hurting now, and he has to move more slowly as he grabs the handrail beside the tiled steps leading down into the pool. The water at the bottom smells stagnant.

Shaking, he hurries down the shallow steps, wades out and tries to run, but the resistance is too great.

The muck at the bottom swirls up through the thigh-high water.

He pushes laboriously through the water, feeling it splash his stomach and chest.

Plasters, flip-flops and clumps of hair are floating on the surface.

He passes the hanging plastic curtain and heads into the covered outdoor pool. It must be possible to get out from there. The covering is only a tarp, after all, stretched across some low cross-beams.

He wades further out and tries to see if there are any holes in the fabric.

He hears heavy splashing behind him and turns around.

DJ is ploughing towards him through the water.

Lawrence realises it’s going to be almost impossible for him to get out of the pool before he’s caught.

His fingertips are itching and tingling.

Panting, he turns away and starts to wade towards the closest edge of the pool. He almost falls over, but manages to grab it.

He pushes the tarp up as hard as he can. The coarse nylon fabric is stretched so tightly that he can’t open up even the smallest gap.

He tries to pull on the cross-beam in an effort to dislodge it, but it’s impossible.

DJ is wading through the water with long strides.

The waves hit the side of the pool and splash up at Lawrence.

He can’t get his fingers under the edge of the tarp and tries to push it instead, but he has to give up.

Gasping for breath he starts to wade off into the water again, but his heart is beating too fast. He can’t go on. There’s nowhere left to run, and he stops and turns around.

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Lawrence stands still, breathing hard through his mouth. He tries to say something, but is still too out of breath. He’s nothing but a rabbit, darting around in its own blood at the bottom of a tub.

The Rabbit Hunter is getting closer now, trailing the axe across the surface of the water.

He had prepared the tape-player and the cassette, and had intended for Lawrence to be pinned to the reception desk by the dagger when the others came out to look for him.

The dirty water has splashed up over Lawrence’s checked shirt, and there are big sweat-stains under his arms.

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