For his faeces, he had acquired a sturdy metal bucket with a lid and covered the rim with polyethylene foam pipe lining, thus constructing a seat that was in fact more comfortable than it looked. The bags in the bucket could be sealed and replaced, but it remained to be seen if that was enough to keep the stench at bay.

He sat down at the desk, opened his laptop and went to hitta.se. Of course, Lennart might not be listed in any publicly accessible database. But he didn’t seem like a person who would be aware that he was in them by default unless he actively opted out. Much less that they could pose any kind of security risk.

A quick search told him there were over seven hundred people in Skåne named Lennart Andersson. After limiting his search to an area within moped distance of ICA Maxi in Hyllinge, he got that number down to fifteen, which was still too many.

Instead, he tried Facebook, typing in Lennart Andersson with the additional search term Skåne in the search field, which resulted in a list of eight people. Unfortunately, none of them was his Lennart Andersson. Then he tried ICA Maxi’s website, clicking through to the Hyllinge supermarket.

Under the tab Meat Counter, he found Lennart Andersson and three of his colleagues, posing in front of the counter with big smiles on their faces and their arms around each other’s shoulders.

The page also informed the reader that Lillemor Ridell, Fridolf Aronsson, Lennart ‘Beefsteak’ Andersson and Magnus Brittner always put cleanliness and quality first. And they urged customers not to be shy about asking whether the entrecôte was locally sourced or even just for a good Friday night chicken recipe.

Beefsteak, he repeated to himself.

He went back to Facebook and added the nickname to his search.

And there he was. The man with the fake tan who had sold him a chicken leg with a carefree smile and wished him a good day. He was wearing the same smile in his profile picture, though in that he was distastefully sweaty and wearing a headband and a sleeveless, neon-blue synthetic gym top. So what he was dealing with was a fitness fanatic who likely possessed both strength and stamina.

He pondered whether this might constitute a problem. But since he had no idea yet what the method was going to be, dwelling on it was a waste of time and energy, so he scrolled down the page instead.

Lennart ‘Beefsteak’ Andersson was a typical member of his generation as far as Facebook went. He didn’t seem to see the point in hiding anything, since he had nothing to be ashamed of.