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spaces away was a rental trailer from OKQ8. He looked around, then opened two padlocks and lifted off the plastic hood. Twelve small cardboard boxes with pictures of laptops on the sides and two considerably larger ones with eighty-inch screens and four yellow, oblong boxes with something in them that looked like loudspeakers.
    Gabriel calculated, one hundred and twenty thousand, a quarter of that if they sold it to the man in Tumba.
    He could feel the nylon thread pulling in his shoulder—eleven stitches and Big Ali’s forehead, thirty thousand, it hadn’t been worth it.
    They walked toward the automatic doors that opened without a sound and marked the end of the underground concrete space, carried on across the square to the metro, passed the station manager and ticket attendant, who turned their heads and looked the other way as the four young men with no tickets went straight through the barrier and up the steps and onto the 3:25 train to Norsborg, the next and final station on the line.
    They got off, had a smoke, waited.
    Ten dead minutes while a short man in a Stockholm transport uniform walked down through the eight cars to change driver seat, from one end of the train to the other, and the journey back along the red line through the southern suburbs to stations in central and northern Stockholm. Gabriel stood on the platform by one of the middle cars as the driver passed through, a spliff still between his fingers, while Jon, Big Ali, and Javad Hangaround went in and out the open car doors, checking who was sitting where, explaining to those necessarywho had chosen the wrong places and how long they had to switch seats.
    They caught his attention, gave a thumbs-up, and disappeared into their planned cars.
    He stayed where he was. Waiting.
    Any minute, there, there , he heard feet rushing up the steps and crossing the platform, jeans, a jacket, twenty-five, the sort who stuck out when he sat down at the back of the now empty car.
    Gabriel got on.
    A minute from Norsborg to Råby.
    Plenty of time, they’d done it so many times before.
    Love respect pride bruthahood duty belonging honor don’t forget that brutha.
    The doors slid shut, the train started to roll, he sat on one side right at the back, the Jacket sat opposite, looked at someone who looked back. Gabriel took off his hoodie, opened the window, then closed it again with his shirt caught in it. They were now hidden between the gray concrete wall and the gray shirt.
    The new GS will b led by the command. The command will be 2 people.
    The guy sitting opposite took two white ICA supermarket bags from his inner pockets, and placed them on the empty seat. Gabriel put his hand on the thin plastic-wrapped metal shapes, hard and angular; he lifted them up and weighed them with small movements, close to his body. Lahti . They contained what they were supposed to contain. Glock . He raised his arm and watched Big Ali in the car in front and Jon in the car behind open the end doors into his car with their allen keys, hurry in and pick up a plastic bag each, then disappear out again the way they came.
    Only 2, bro! Seriously ARMED, very TIGHT unit!!
    One minute. Plenty of time. When the metro train stopped at Råby station, they all stepped out from their cars and walked toward the exit and a deserted center with the eerie glow of fluorescent lighting. They passed two empty shops and waited as a young boy stood up from a bench some distance away, gold chain around his neck and slicked-back hair, he looked for acknowledgment from Gabriel— Eddie’s the name —and nearly caught his eye, that was enough, he grew, the mark from a ring still visible on his cheek. He took one of the white ICA bags and carried it to the supermarket and the lockers just inside the main entrance where you could pay five kronor and store your bags while you were shopping. They watched the kid put in a coin and stuff the bag in, then lock it, and Gabriel knew that he was perfect—twelve