Liv knew the next stretch of road would provide a golden opportunity to stop her tormenter. Ahead, a tight hairpin turn loomed. If she timed it right,...Liv could get a clear shot at the driver of the pursuing Jeep as they passed each other. One on each side of the narrow horseshoe shaped canyon.O'Donnell noticed the approaching hairpin turn and reflexively slowed down. He was growing tired of this game. During the straight sections of road he would nearly catch her, but before he could make a. But never in thirty-two years of marriage had he offered to help wash floors. ‘Don’t you have to work?’ she asked. ‘I have an hour or so. Think of it as an early coffee break.’ Years of dealing with children had given Lynn quick wits. She decided to ask no more questions and just take the offer. Before something could jinx it. ‘Well, sure, Henry, I’d like that.’ ‘Just call me down when you’re ready.’ Henry tousled the reddish-colored curls on her head and whistled on his way up the stairs to. What are you reading?”“A Swedish detective story.”“In Swedish?”“Yes.”“Could you read some aloud so I could hear it?”“Sure,” I said, selecting a passage.«Polisbilen väntade på honom vid avtagsvägen mot Kadesjö. Peters hade klivat ur och betraktade en hare som skuttade from och tillbaka på en åker.»“Your voice sounds so different when you read that!”“I think I still have something of a «Göteborska» accent. Göteborg, or Gothenburg, is the city I lived in.”“What did that say?”“The police car waited. .. and the rest.'' The smile was back, Grace was enjoying this a little too much.I stood up and shrugged off my shirt. I hooked my thumbs into my skirt and pushed it down my thighs to the floor and tried to step out of it but stumbled a little, Grace steadied me. I was still a little dizzy with nerves and adrenaline. It didn't really feel like this was actually happening.Now I was stood there in just my underwear, a black matching pair of lace panties and a thin bralette. Grace stood in front.