‘No – they were in the car. It is a little odd, although we did have a jumper over at Kullaberg the other year who was stark naked apart from a Santa hat.’

Grönwall makes the most of the expected laughter before continuing.

‘We haven’t yet identified the deceased. We didn’t find an ID card or any other documentation, either on the body or in the car. However, we did find other traces that should help us to establish his identity before too long.’

His next picture is a collage of several tattoos distributed over the victim’s hands, arms and chest. Anna recognises the one on the back of his hand, which presumably represents a seaman’s grave. Grönwall changes to an image of the man’s arms; the crook of each elbow is marked with a series of small white scars, forming a familiar pattern.

‘The victim has a number of prison tattoos, plus scarring from drug abuse, which means he is probably on our database. We’ll try matching fingerprints first, because that’s the quickest method. As you know, DNA samples are processed by the National Forensics Laboratory.’ He pauses, sighs. ‘Of course, I mean the National Forensics Centre, as our friends in Linköping are known these days. The bright sparks who came up with that name ought to be locked up for life.’

Once again he waits for the laughter to subside.

‘Anyway, if he’s had his fingerprints taken in the past, then we could have a match by this afternoon. Unfortunately, it’s not quite as fast as on TV.’

Yet another predictable burst of laughter.

‘Any sign of a mobile phone?’ Anna asks before Grönwall can continue his comedy routine.

‘No. We searched with a metal detector around the body and up at the viewpoint, but no luck. There’s a charger plugged into the cigarette lighter in the car, but as I said, no phone yet, which is surprising these days. This is the viewpoint, by the way.’

A low wire fence in a poor state runs along a plateau. Beyond it the view stretches into the distance. A rusty sign with the word DANGER! attached to the fence reminds Anna of the one she and Agnes saw on the barrier at the old quarry. The next few pictures were taken a metre or so into the forest. The ground is covered in wet leaves and small piles of earth, which could have been kicked up by people or wild animals.

‘As you can see, it’s difficult to find any concrete evidence in this kind of terrain. Our best chance is probably the fence. You have to climb over it to reach the edge of the cliff, so we might find clothing fibres. My team is working on that right now. I’d also like to award a gold star to the colleagues who protected the area with tarpaulins last night.’