“Oh, well that can’t have been me,” Harry smiled grimly, clapping a hand on Malone’s shoulder as he moved past the big man. “You’re still alive. . .” 7:03” — Stephen England Copy Share Image
“How's your girlfriend?' ‘Birgitta?’ Harry was quiet, ‘I don’t know. She wont talk to me. Feeling terrible, I hope.’ 'Why do you hope she’s feeling terrible?’ ‘I hope she loves me, of course.’ Sandra emitted a rasping laugh. ‘And how… — Jo Nesbo Copy Share Image
