Klippan walked over to the whiteboard wall, which was already full of pictures and notes from the three investigations. ‘As you already know, we have—’

‘Hey, wait for me.’

Klippan and the others turned towards the door to see Tuvesson enter, carrying a tray piled high with fresh chocolate croissants, almond pastries and fancy lattes from Café Bar Skåne.

‘Astrid? I thought you were supposed to be in rehab for several weeks and—’

‘That was the plan.’ She put the tray down on the table and started handing out lattes. ‘But that’s simply going to have to wait until things calm down.’

‘In all seriousness, Astrid. Is it really a good idea for you to leave in the middle of your programme?’

‘No, but to be honest, I don’t see that I have much choice. These are exceptional circumstances, and to have even a chance of solving these cases, we’re going to have to use all available resources. Which is why Fabian’s here, too.’

‘But Astrid, this is your health we’re talking about,’ Lilja said. ‘Wouldn’t it be better to ask Malmö for help?’

‘Exactly what I was going to suggest.’ Klippan pulled out his phone. ‘I’m calling them right now.’

‘You bloody well aren’t!’ Tuvesson banged her fist on the table. ‘Enough already. Astrid this and Astrid that. Me coming back to work is not the same as me falling off the wagon. If you’re so damn worried, I guess you can test me regularly, see if I can close my eyes and put my fingertips together or whatever. As far as Malmö’s concerned, I’ve already been in touch with Thomas Winkel, who told me he can’t lend us so much as an eraser because they, too, have their hands full with an investigation that requires all their resources. Was there anything else?’ Tuvesson fixed Lilja, Klippan and Molander in turn, but was met with silence. ‘Wonderful. Then I suggest we get started. Because in less than forty minutes, I have a meeting with Stina Högsell about that Sweden Democrat.’

‘If you’re referring to Sievert Landertz, she’s been hounding me too,’ Klippan said.

‘Right.’ Tuvesson walked over to the pictures of Landertz posted on the whiteboard wall, diagonally below the pictures of the laundry room, the victim Moonif Ganem and the suspect Assar Skanås. ‘According to Högsell, we brought him in for questioning Friday morning, and he’s been detained since. Is that correct?’

‘Ask Irene.’ Klippan nodded to Lilja. ‘She’s refusing to listen, even though it’s clear as day we don’t have nearly enough to hold him.’

‘What’s with the accusations?’ Lilja put down her coffee, which she had been about to sip. ‘I’m not refusing to listen. I just don’t share your opinion. I think we do have more than enough to keep him until noon tomorrow.’