The Spyder Spook

thought of himself

shoulder the role of father

his duty, that was how he saw it. The boy was having a rough ti

at Arlanda airport, almost in shock, waiting for a taxi. The weather was hellish. Rain wh

a job at the zoo. He knew nothing about children and not much about life in general. The strangest thing of all was nobody

hout warning, walk into his ex-wife’s place and bring home his boy, August. No doubt all

ly chewing gum and at the same time trying to strike up a conversation with him. She wou

ason why he had stopped working at Solifon. His life was in turmoil and for a moment he wondered if he really knew what he was getting himself

t at San Francisco International. He stood outside the apartment door, panting. With his eyes closed he imagined all the possible scenarios of fighting and screaming, and actually, he thought, you could hardly blame them. Nobody just turns up and

e chest and enormous fists. He seemed built to hurt people, which was why he so often got to play the bad guy on s

what we have here. The geniu

fetch August,

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g him with

st be j

d been too much unhappiness for that and probably too many cigarettes and too much drink as well. But still he felt an unexpected wave of affection, especially

are all of a sudd

een through enough. H

, you freak? Since when have you done an

thetic, in part because he doubted

hat he would have no means of resistance if that madman let fly. The whole idea had been insane from the start. But the st

do you

om Mr Busy. Bravo, bravo!” Westman clapped his hands theatrically. Afterwards t

d and her hands shook and her jaw was clenched. But she asked too few questions. She should really have been cross-examin

about this? Wi

. How could he have abandoned such a boy? He was so beautiful and strangely wonderful with his curly, bushy hair and s

up to him slowly, as if approaching

it. What was August thinking? What did he imagine was happening? He neither looked up at him nor at his mother and of cou