Once they were back in the car, Amir said, ‘Get us a room.’ Javed drove them away. Caro made a call to reserve a hotel room. She paused to ask Amir, ‘Which floor?’ He replied, ‘Second, in case we need to jump.’ Amir then answered a call, listened for a
Amir said, ‘They bought petrol. Use it to torch the house. Let the girl help.’ Javed and Caro went upstairs to get flammable items. They worked fast. Meanwhile, Amir was playing darts nearby. He was terrible at it. Sara fought the urge to puke as she poured petrol on the
Sara waited with Amir for long seconds. It felt cold and awkward (for her). Amir said nothing and drummed his fingers against his trousers. His phone buzzed. Amir looked at it and put it away. ‘Clear.’ He yawned, put his sunglasses on and went inside. Sara hesitantly followed him. Amir
Since HR has “asked” me to explain how I thought when I wrote chapters 1 to 5, I am hereby acknowledging their request in a respectful manner. Let us begin with that flat in the first chapter. Its layout is based on my own home. However, my flat is neither
They parked next to a somewhat reliable map showing most buildings, at the side of a forest road, and got out. Another sign proudly displayed the species in the area that faced extinction. It was evening, but the temperature was pleasant. Amir stayed in the car, talking on the phone.
Amir made strange calls during the journey and spoke in jargon. He talked about animals, dolls, substances, hypocrites, and deliveries. Sara did not understand much of what he said (no loss). To Amir, this all seemed like a trivial inconvenience. He paused once between calls. Sara looked at Amir when
An aid organisation had set up a stall outside and was busy handing out pink cupcakes to draw attention to illegal sex workers’ working conditions. All of them went there and took a cupcake (except Amir). Javed happened to take two and said that he took Amir’s. As Sara
Caro named several gangs. Sara recognised a few, like the Raptors and the Homewreckers from the news. Amir raised a hand. ‘Is the boy chipped?’ Caro checked her phone. ‘The tracker is active.’ Caro showed Amir the tracker’s location. Amir said, ‘Outside our jurisdiction. The girl’s coming with
Hello. I am the author and I am the narrator, Nemo. It is nice to see you. I would have liked to shake your hand, but my hands are tied. Tom, her current boyfriend, was the best she had ever had. He was also her only one so far. Tom
Dangerous Pursuits by Nemo C. Mörck is a tragicomedy and a darkly comic crime thriller told in a highly self-aware, meta style. The narrator is the author himself, who interrupts the story with deadpan asides about his new job, life, and more. The prose is deliberately quirky, with parenthetical