In the afternoon she heads into the office to check the results of last night’s events. The corridor on the upper floor is silent and deserted. She sits down at the computer, types in Saturday’s date and searches for reports. She finds a couple, but neither of them has anything to do with an assault in the park. She runs a search for Alexander Morell, but finds no results. She tries Bruno Sordi – nothing. Jens Friberg appears to have carried out his task with exemplary efficiency.

Anna sits quietly for a little while, then types in her own ID number. She knows she is not allowed to carry out a search on herself, but given what happened last night, she can always say she wanted to check if she was listed as having reported the incident at the park. She knows what will come up, but her stomach still flips over when the case number appears on the screen. She doesn’t click on it; there’s no point. No one outside Internal Affairs can access the case or the suspicions against her.

However, there is one thing she can see, something that makes her stomach flip again. The status box shows the code for ‘ongoing’, in spite of her solicitor’s assurances that everything would soon blow over.

A discreet tap on the door makes her look up. Jens Friberg is standing there. She quickly closes the web page.

‘Have you got a minute?’ he says. He waits until she says yes before coming in and closing the door behind him. She gestures towards the visitor’s chair, but doesn’t waste time on small talk. From tomorrow she is his boss and she intends to make that clear to him as soon as possible. However, he surprises her.

‘I just wanted to say how well you did last night,’ he begins. ‘The way you handled both Alexander Morell and Sordi was . . .’ He pauses, searches for the right word. ‘Impressive,’ he says, with so much air that the word almost sounds like a sigh.

‘Thank you,’ she replies, unsure of how to continue. The situation is both unexpected and difficult to read. Is this some kind of trick, a clever way of putting another dent in her authority? But Jens’s tone doesn’t seem false, and nor does his body language. In fact, he appears to find it painful to praise her, and yet he’s doing it.

‘It’s lucky you arrived so quickly,’ she says, testing the waters.

‘We were already in the courtyard when someone shouted that a fight had broken out inside.’

‘What happened after I left?’ she asks, even though she already knows the answer.

‘The DJ . . . decided not to press charges, after some consideration.’

Anna is about to make an acid comment when she sees how uncomfortable he is. She decides to keep quiet instead.