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Chapters (83)
  1. Cover
  2. Maps
  3. Epigraph
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Chapter 37
  42. Chapter 38
  43. Chapter 39
  44. Chapter 40
  45. Chapter 41
  46. Chapter 42
  47. Chapter 43
  48. Chapter 44
  49. Chapter 45
  50. Chapter 46
  51. Chapter 47
  52. Chapter 48
  53. Chapter 49
  54. Chapter 50
  55. Chapter 51
  56. Chapter 52
  57. Chapter 53
  58. Chapter 54
  59. Chapter 55
  60. Chapter 56
  61. Chapter 57
  62. Chapter 58
  63. Chapter 59
  64. Chapter 60
  65. Chapter 61
  66. Chapter 62
  67. Chapter 63
  68. Chapter 64
  69. Chapter 65
  70. Chapter 66
  71. Chapter 67
  72. Chapter 68
  73. Chapter 69
  74. Chapter 70
  75. Chapter 71
  76. Chapter 72
  77. Chapter 73
  78. Chapter 74
  79. Chapter 75
  80. Chapter 76
  81. Chapter 77
  82. Epilogue
  83. About the Author

‘That could just be an expression,’ Haugen objects. ‘What does this Freske have to say about it? Because I’m given to understand you’ve already talked to him. Without informing your superiors, I might add, even though we made ourselves very clear.’

He shoots Karl Björken a quick glance.

‘Yes, we did speak to him. I made the decision to go over there after talking to Karen and reading Loa Marklund’s emails. I had the same reservations as you, but my assessment was that it needed to be followed up on. As the lead investigator, I have to be able t—’

Dineke Vegen puts an end to the discussion.

‘OK, whatever, you can work that out between yourselves later,’ she says impatiently. ‘Go on,’ she adds, turning to Karen.

‘We found that he was, indeed, in a wheelchair,’ she says. ‘But we knew he must have been standing up right before opening the door.’

‘And how did you know that?’

‘Because he was aware we were from the police before we introduced ourselves. I had held my ID up to the peephole which is placed at a height of approximately five foot three inches.’

‘Well, what do you know?’ Dineke Vegen says and makes a note. ‘Although, it is possible he can stand up for short periods of time.’

‘Yes, that’s exactly what he himself claimed later. To explain how he gets by without any form of assistance.’

‘Great. Then, why are we sitting here?’ Viggo Haugen demands angrily.

‘Because I don’t believe him. The wheelchair likely belonged to his recently deceased mother; it was certainly far too small for a man his size. Nothing about the flat indicated that a disabled person lives in it. The positioning of the furniture, the lack of threshold ramps, and so on. And Karl and I both had a strong feeling he was lying through his teeth.’

Dineke Vegen discreetly chews the inside of her cheek and taps her pen against the table while she considers what has been said.

‘All right,’ she says eventually. ‘Hunches and feelings, in other words. But I know you know that’s not enough to bring him in. So, what else do you have? Because I assume it’s something more substantial than this.’

‘Karen has been able to establish that all four victims had interactions with Gundar Freske,’ Karl replies. ‘And not the positive kind. In other words, we believe he has reason to hold a grudge against all four women.’

‘You believe?’ Viggo Haugen says. ‘Is there anything you actually know?’

‘Well, the incidents were all relatively trivial, but in each case, Freske ended up feeling demeaned by the victims and that can, as you know, be enough to trigger men of a certain type.’