The Hypnotist by Lars Kepler Read Free Book Online

to hypnotize him,” she says seriously.
    “No.”
    “It’s the only way.”
    “I can’t. I won’t.”
    “But there’s nobody as good as you.”
    “I don’t even have permission to practise hypnosis at Karolinska.”
    “I can arrange that.”
    “Daniella,” Erik says, “I’ve promised never to hypnotize anyone again.”
    “Can’t you just come in?”
    There is silence for a little while; then Erik asks, “Is he conscious?”
    “He soon will be.”
    He can hear the rushing sound of his own breathing through the telephone.
    “If you won’t hypnotize the boy, I’m going to let the police see him.” She ends the call.
    Erik stands there holding the receiver in his trembling hand. The weight behind his eyes is rolling in toward s his brain. He opens the drawer of the bedside table. The wooden box with the parrot and the native on it isn’t there. He must have left it in the car.
    The apartment is flooded with sunlight as he walks through to wake Benjamin.
    The boy is sleeping with his mouth open. His face is pale and he looks exhausted, despite a full night’s sleep.
    “Benni?”
    Benjamin opens his sleep-drenched eyes and looks at him as if he were a complete stranger, before he smiles the smile that has remained the same ever since he was born.
    “It’s Tuesday. Time to wake up.”
    Benjamin sits up yawning, scratches his head, then looks at the mobile phone hanging around his neck. It’s the first thing he does every morning: he checks whether he’s missed any messages during the night. Erik takes out the yellow bag with a puma on it, which contains the factor concentrate desmopressin, acetyl spirit, sterile cannulas, compresses, surgical tape, painkillers.
    “Now or at breakfast?”
    Benjamin shrugs. “Doesn’t matter.”
    Erik quickly swabs his son’s skinny arm, turns it towards the light coming through the window, feels the softness of the muscle, taps the syringe, and carefully pushes the cannula beneath the skin. As the syringe slowly empties, Benjamin taps away at his cell phone with his free hand.
    “Shit, my battery’s almost gone,” he says, then lies back as his father holds a compress to his arm to stop any bleeding.
    Gently Erik bends his son’s legs backwards and forwards; then he exercises the slender knee joints and massages the feet and toes. “How does it feel?” he asks, keeping his eyes fixed on his son’s face.
    Benjamin grimaces. “Same as usual.”
    “Do you want a painkiller?”
    Benjamin shakes his head, and Erik suddenly flashes on the unconscious witness, the boy with all those knife wounds. Perhaps the murderer is looking for the older daughter right now.
    “Dad? What is it?”
    Erik meets Benjamin’s gaze. “I’ll drive you to school if you like,” he says.
    “What for?”

Chapter 13
tuesday, december 8 : morning
     
     
    The rush-hour traffic rumbles slowly along. Benjamin is sitting next to his father, the stop-and-go progress of the car making him feel drowsy. He gives a big yawn and feels a soft warmth still lingering in his body after the night’s sleep. He thinks about the fact that his father is in a hurry but that he still takes the time to drive him to school. Benjamin smiles to himself. It’s always been this way , he thinks: when Dad’s involved in something awful at the hospital, he gets worried that something’s going to happen to me .
    “Oh, no!” Erik says suddenly. “We forgot the ice skates.”
    “Right.”
    “We’ll go back.”
    “Doesn’t matter,” says Benjamin.
    Erik tries switching lanes, but another car stops him from cutting in. Forced back, he almost collides with a dust cart.
    “We’ve got time to turn around and— ”
    “Just, like, forget the skates. I couldn’t care less,” says Benjamin, his voice rising.
    Erik glances at him in surprise. “I thought you liked skating.”
    Benjamin doesn’t know what to say. He can’t stand being interrogated, doesn’t want to lie. He turns away to look out the