Killing Moon

‘Right away, please,’ the man said. ‘And I need two rolls of duct tape. And a few metres of strong, thin rope. And a roll of bin bags. Would you have that for me, Andrew?’

For some reason Andrew shuddered. Perhaps it was because of the man’s colourless irises. Or the soft, overly ingratiating voice with a hint of a Sørland accent. Perhaps the fact he had placed a hand on Andrew’s forearm. Or simply that Andrew — in the same way some people were afraid of clowns — had always been afraid of priests.