In January a year ago he had woken at 3:00 a.m., not sure why. He turned on his bedside light and almost howled in fright when he saw her standing at the foot of his bed. She was like a ghost suddenly there. Her face was pale and expressionless. In her hand she held her fucking Taser. “Good morning, Mr. Advokat Bjurman,” she said. “So sorry for waking you this time.” Good God, has she been here before? While I slept?
