Postcard killers

Chapter 13

They walked down to the quayside together, fol owing the water until they came to the greenery of Kungstradgarden. The German woman seemed to have gotten the munchies badly after the marijuana, because she stopped to buy an ice cream at one of the kiosks along the way.

Sylvia took the opportunity to sidle closer to the man while his girlfriend was busy licking her ice cream.

"She's amazing," Sylvia said, gesturing toward the woman, who was dripping melted ice cream on her clothes. "If I were you, I'd real y want to give her a token of my appreciation…"

The German smiled, a little uncertain. He was not exactly a bad specimen either. He looked like a handsome vil ain from some film, maybe a member of the old Baader-Meinhof Gang, something like that.

"'Appreciation'? How do you mean?"

Sylvia kissed him on the cheek and touched his left wrist.

"She hasn't got a nice watch…"

Sylvia suggested they get a little cash, so they stopped at the bank. She hung on to the man, memorizing his PIN as he keyed it in at the ATM.

NK, the department store, was crowded, and they had to take a number at the jeweler. Sylvia pul ed the German woman over to the perfume department while the men picked out the right watch. They each bought a bottle of Dior's J'adore.

The woman let out a series of very cute squeals of joy when she opened her present.

Sylvia took the opportunity to pop into a branch of Systembolaget, the state-owned chain that had a monopoly on sel ing alcohol throughout Sweden, and bought two bottles of Moet Chandon.

"This deserves a celebration," Sylvia cooed, twining her arm around the German man's waist. "I want to drink these with you, somewhere where we can be alone."

The German looked slightly confused but definitely interested.

Sylvia laughed softly.

"I mean al four of us," she said. "Do you know anywhere we could go?"

He looked at her ful breasts and gulped audibly, then nodded.

"We're renting a house in the archipelago. Our rental car's actual y in a garage not far from here."

Sylvia kissed him on the lips then, letting her tongue play over his front teeth.

"So what are we waiting for?" she whispered. "Let's go to your house."