So the way he'd planned it, one of his millions would stay untouched. It ought to last until he started drawing his pension. At sixty-three or sixty-four, that would be about right. Or maybe sixty-five if the fancy took him, he was feeling so alive at this moment that he could easily reach a hundred.But as for the other million, he was going to splash out. Very quietly, discretion guaranteed.And he knew how he was going to use it . . .'A master of suspense' Sunday Times'Told with wry humour and compassion, Nesser has four more Barbarotti stories to come - cherish them all' Daily Mail'The Godfather of Swedish crime' Metro