“Then we should call a press conference,” Gunnar said.

“And ask the general public for help in finding the man?” Henrik asked. “I don’t think...”

“Do you have a better suggestion?” Gunnar asked.

“But don’t we have enough to go on for now?” Henrik asked. “I just mean that more tips could lead us in the wrong direction. We already have people searching in the area where the Thai woman was found.”

“Or it could lead us in exactly the right direction. Someone must have seen something, either at the train station or out on the coast. We aren’t hunting ghosts!”

Gunnar sat with his elbows on the table and buried his face in his hands.

“Right now, only the Thai woman knows who he is,” he said.

“But she’s not talking,” Mia said.

“Then we’ll have to make sure she does,” Gunnar said.

* * *

“So now we finally have something in common,” Per Åström said to Jana Berzelius when the other team members had left the conference room.

“I don’t follow you,” she said.

“The investigation.”

“We don’t know that yet. There’s no established connection between the Thai women and Robin Stenberg’s murder.”

“The drugs?”

“That’s too weak right now.”

“Well, you’re lucky then, because if there is a connection you just might have to see me more often,” Per said.

“I’ll take that as harassment toward a colleague,” Jana said, studying Per as he took his short green jacket from the chair. She wondered why he so stubbornly wore that hooded jacket that was far too sporty for this environment. It would be much more appropriate for the ski slopes in Åre.

“What do you think? Here or in town?”

“What’s that?”

“Lunch. You have to eat, I have to eat, so we might as well eat together, right?”

Jana gave him a tired look.

“What?” he said, hands out to the sides.

“Nothing,” she said, pulling her coat over her shoulders.

“In town is better, right? It’d be good to get out of here. In the station cafeteria, people might see us together, and I don’t want that. They might get ideas, think we’re together or some other horrible thing.”

Jana put one hand on her hip, tilted her head to the side and looked at him, his wide, irritating grin.

“Come on!” he said, laughing.

“Where should we go?”

“We’ll decide on the way,” Per said.

They walked out of the police station and were met by whirling, glittering snowflakes. It was colder now and Jana wrapped her arms around herself.

“Sushi?” Per asked. “Or McDonald’s. I end up eating there fairly often.”

“Then it’d be good to have a change of pace, right?” Jana said. “There’s a good Thai restaurant in Old Town.”