A WHOLE NEW GAME?
THE MOMENT HE woke up HP knew something was wrong. It took him a few seconds to put his finger on what it was.
It was quiet.
Far too quiet . . .
The bedroom faced out onto Guldgränd and he had long since got used to the constant sound of traffic on the Söderleden expressway a few hundred meters away. He hardly ever thought about it anymore.
But instead of the usual low rumble of traffic interspersed with the occasional siren, the summer night outside was completely silent.