Where's Lulu? by William H. Hooks, R. W. Alley

By William H. Hooks, R. W. Alley

Simply while Lulu the puppy is required to aid play trap with the recent ball from Dad, she can't be chanced on.

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A woman who should understand his predicament. ‘The bag comes with us,’ she said. Another official appeared in the background. Stood there, legs apart, arms crossed. ‘Let’s get this over with,’ Tord sighed. The head of Oslo’s Crime Squad, Gunnar Hagen, leaned back in his swivel chair and studied the man in the linen suit. It was three years since the sewn-up gash in his face had been blood red and he had looked like a man on his last legs. But now his ex-subordinate looked healthy, had put on a few sorely needed kilos, and his shoulders filled out the suit.

Well, the flat in Sofies gate was sold right after he left three years ago, the same applied to his parents’ house in Oppsal. In his present occupation an official address would have carried a certain inherent risk. So he wrote what he usually wrote when he checked in at other hotels: Chungking Mansion, Hong Kong. Which was no further from the truth than anything else. Occupation. Murder. He didn’t write that. This section hadn’t been marked. Telephone number. He put a fictitious one. Mobile phones can be traced, the conversations and where you make them.

But did I really deserve to die in July? With the birds singing, bottles clinking, laughter from down by the Akerselva and fricking summer merriment right outside your window? Did I deserve to be lying on the floor of an infected junkie pit with an extra orifice in my body, from which it all runs out: life, seconds and flashbacks of everything that led me here? Everything, big and small, the whole bundle of fortuitous and semi-determined events; is that me, is that everything, is that my life? I had plans, didn’t I?

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