HarryHole04Nemesis

Jo Nesbø Nemesis Translated from the Norwegian by Don Bartlett Map Part I 1. The Plan I’M GOING TO DIE. AND IT MAKES NO SENSE. THAT WASN’T THE plan, not my plan, anyway. I may have been heading this way all the time without realising. It wasn’t my plan. My plan was better. My plan made sense. I’m staring down the muzzle of a gun and I know that’s where it will come from. The messenger of death. The ferryman. Time for a last laugh. If you can see light at the end of the tunnel, it may be a spit of flame. Time for a last tear. We could have turned this life into something good, you and I. If we had followed the plan. One last thought. Everyone asks what the meaning of life is, but no one asks about the meaning of death. ‘Not so fast,’ Helge said. The little one stiffened. Harry sucked in his cheeks and tried to concentrate. ‘The receipt…’ Helge said. For one protracted moment the two men stared at the small, grey-haired branch manager. Then the little one began to laugh. Loud, reedy laughter with a piercing, hysterical overtone, the way people on speed laugh. ‘You don’t think we were going to leave here without a signatu......