Chapters (83)
- Cover
- Maps
- Epigraph
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- Chapter 69
- Chapter 70
- Chapter 71
- Chapter 72
- Chapter 73
- Chapter 74
- Chapter 75
- Chapter 76
- Chapter 77
- Epilogue
- 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mood is not at all improved when he’s tasked with going through the list of all men whose driving licences have been revoked since September last year or earlier.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.