Itsy Bitsy Spider (Emma Frost #1) (23 page)

"It's too
bad he
turned out to be a nutcase. I would really have
liked to have a son," my dad said and poked me with his elbow.

It was a month later and we had gone to the
cemetery to put fresh flowers on my brother's new grave and on my
grandmother's. We had chosen to place the two of them next to one another.

Maya and Victor had both gone back to school and
Sophia was well enough to take care of her own children again. Stephan was
caught by the police in the mainland for beating some girl up in a nightclub
and was put away. Sophia was looking forward to having a spring-baby for once since
all of her other kids were born in the winter.

Luckily the police had believed our story, crazy
as it was. Well maybe they didn't quite believe everything of it, but at least
enough to not get us in trouble.

My dad had left to go back to Copenhagen but had
returned this weekend to visit us again.

"Yeah. I bet you would. And I would have
liked to have a brother," I said and kneeled at my grandmother's grave to
put down the flowers.

My dad shook his head slowly. "Some strange
story, huh?"

"I know. I still wonder why Grandmother
left the house to me. I mean you got all the money, right?"

"Sure did. I have decided to give it to an
orphanage in Copenhagen, though. Don't quite feel like I should keep it after
all this."

"I know what you mean. But I will keep the
house. I like it here. I am still wondering if she gave it to me for a reason
though."

"How so?"

"Well. She must have known that I was the
one who let out the boy. Everyone else would have said something or gone to the
police. So maybe she wanted me to remember? Maybe she in her own strange way
was trying to make up for the past? Maybe she hoped I would pursue the story
and find my brother?"

My dad nodded. "Strange as it sounds it
sort of makes sense. Maybe the old hag did have a conscience after all?"

"You're thinking she might have regretted
it at some point, but then it was too late?"

"Something like that. I don't know. Guess
we won't either, huh?"

"Guess not."

My dad started walking towards the exit. I
followed him.

"I have come to a decision though," he
said.

I grabbed his hand and held it tight in mine.
"And what's that I might ask?"

"I don't like being this far away from my
loved ones and since I can't seem to get you to move back, well ... then
..."

"Really? You'll move here?"

"I'll get a small house somewhere in town
of course. I've already notified the clinic. They seemed to be awfully happy to
get rid of me. They can take care of it without me from now on. And I get to be
with my family. It's a win-win."

"Promise me you won't live in my house,
though."

"Oh I wouldn't even think about it. Hate
that place, remember? Never slept well there. No I need my own place."

I put my arm around his shoulder.

"Sounds great, Dad. Sounds really
great."

As we came closer to the car I noticed a small
spider crawling on my leg. I picked it up in my hand and looked at it. Then I
put it down on the ground and decided not to kill it.

 I guess I felt like I owed it one.

THE END

This
book is the first in the Emma Frost Mystery Series.

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Polly ...

Dear reader,

Thank you for purchasing
Itsy Bitsy Spider
. I hope you enjoyed it. This
is the first book in a planned series about Emma Frost and her family.

If you liked
Itsy
Bitsy Spider
, then you might enjoy my other mystery-series, the
Rebekka Franck-series. It also takes place in Denmark and begins with the first
book
One, Two ... He is coming for you
.
I have put in an excerpt from the first book on the following pages for you to
enjoy.

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The following is an excerpt from Willow Rose's
international Best Selling Novel:
One, Two ... He is coming for you
(Rebekka Frank
#1)

One, Two ...

He is coming for
you

One,
two …
the song in his head wouldn’t escape. Sure,
he knew where it came from. It was that rhyme from the horror movies. The ones
with the serial killer, that Freddy Krueger guy with a burned, disfigured face,
red and dark green striped sweater, brown fedora hat, and a glove armed with
razors to kill his victims in their dreams and take their souls, which would
kill them in the real world. “A Nightmare on Elm Street,” that was the movie’s
name. Yes, he knew its origin. And he had his reasons for singing that
particular song in this exact moment. He knew why, and so would his future
victims.

He lit a cigarette and stared out the window at
a waiting bird in the bare treetop. Waiting for the sunlight to come back, just
like the rest of the kingdom of Denmark at this time of the year. Waiting for
spring with its explosion of colors, like a sea of promises of sunlight and a warmer
wind. But still the winter had to go away. And it hadn’t. The trees were still
naked, the sky gray as steel, the ground wet and cold. February always seemed
the longest month in the little country though it was the shortest in the
calendar. People talked about it every day as they showed up for work or
school.

Every freaking day since Christmas.

Now, it wouldn’t be long before the light came
back. But in reality it always took months of waiting and anticipating before
spring finally appeared.

The man staring out the window didn’t pay much
attention to the weather though. He stood with his cigarette between two
fingers. To him, the time he had been waiting ages for  was finally here.

He kept humming the same song, the same line.
One, two, he is coming for you
.... The
cigarette burned a hole in the parquet floor. He picked up the remains with his
hands wearing white plastic gloves and carefully placed them in a small plastic
bag that he put in his brown briefcase. He would leave no trace of being in the
house where the body of another man was soon to be found.

He closed the briefcase and went into the hall,
where he sat in a leather chair by the door to the main entrance.

Waiting for his victim to come home.

He glanced at himself in the mirror by the
entrance door. He could see from where he was sitting how nicely he had dressed
for the occasion.

He was outfitted in a blue blazer with the
famous Trolle coat of arms on the chest, little yellow emblem with a red
headless lion—the traditional blazer for a student of Herlufsholm
boarding school. The school was located by the Susaa River in Naestved, about
80 kilometers south of Copenhagen, the capital of Denmark. As the oldest
boarding school in Denmark, the school took pride in an array of unique
traditions. Some of them the world outside never would want to know about.

The blazer was now too small, so he couldn’t
close it, but otherwise he was looking almost like he had been back in 1986. He
was, after all, still a fairly handsome man. And unlike the majority of the
guys from back then, he had kept most of his hair.

His victim had done well for himself, he
noticed. No surprise in that though, with parents who were multibillionaires.
The old villa by the sea of Smaalandsfarvandet in the southern part of Zeeland
was big and admirable. It could easily fit a couple of families. It was typical
of his victim to have a place like this just as his holiday residence.

When he heard the Jaguar on the gravel outside,
he took the glove out of the briefcase and put it on his right hand. He
stretched his fingers and the metal claws followed.

He listened for voices but didn’t hear any to
his satisfaction.

His victim was alone.