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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

‘Definitely not from the left. Sort of diagonally from the right, but more like from straight behind.’

‘So, the same direction as the taxi, in other words?’

She hesitates again.

‘Yes, I think so. Yes, he did. Why do you want to know? I never saw him.’

Because he probably circled the block on his damn moped and came back, Karen thinks.

Out loud, she says, ‘We’re just trying to get as complete a picture as we can. And I promise we won’t knock on your door anymore.’

*

‘So, do you think that was the perpetrator she saw on that moped?’ Karl asks. ‘And if so, how do you explain the fact that she didn’t hear him come back?’

The investigation team has gathered in the conference room again.

‘He might have parked up the street and walked the last bit,’ Cornelis Loots suggests and is rewarded with a grateful look from Karen.

Evald Johannisen is unconvinced.

‘And how the hell did he know she wouldn’t be able to find her keys? That he’d have time to catch up?’

‘I don’t know,’ Karen replies. ‘But I think we would be unwise to ignore that two of the victims heard or saw a moped right before being attacked.’

‘And one didn’t,’ Johannisen counters.

‘And one’s dead, so we’ll never know,’ Karl adds. ‘But it’s all we have. We’re going to have to go with it and see if anything shakes loose.’

*

Evald Johannisen’s mood is not at all improved when he’s tasked with going through the list of all men whose driving licences have been revoked since September last year or earlier. It’s a long list.

And it grows even longer after Karl Björken decides to expand the age parameter.

‘Check everyone between twenty and fifty,’ he’d said. ‘Just to be on the safe side.’

Evald Johannisen looks unhappy. Really unhappy.

*

As does Karen Eiken Hornby that evening when she leans back in her office chair and pushes her notes away.

Four victims:

Sandrine Broe, 25, student, Moerbeck

Loa Marklund, 34, unemployed, deceased, Moerbeck

Greta Hansen, 27, nurse, Odinswalla

Anita Kollbar, 56, administrator, Lemdal

In two cases, it has been confirmed that the perpetrator took trophies in the form of locks of hair. In a third, he likely did. And Loa Marklund has long since been cremated.

Two of the women observed a moped right before being attacked. One didn’t.

In none of the cases has semen been found on or near the victim. In all cases, the perpetrator penetrated his victims with broken glass bottles. Both bottles and broken glass have been recovered from the crime scenes. In two cases it was beer bottles of the brand Budweiser, in another a half-bottle of Groth’s Old Stone Selected Single Malt Whiskey. In yet another a half-bottle of gin of the brand Frisel Ginever. Two domestic brands, one foreign.

Whatever that’s supposed to signify.