‘So, what is it we have, concretely?’ Tuvesson asked as she studied the pictures of the washing machine drum inside which Moonif’s slender body appeared glued to the sides.

‘Firstly, he’s suspected of planning the fire in his own party offices.’

‘But we still don’t have any proof,’ Klippan put in and picked up one of the fresh chocolate croissants.

‘The arsonists used his car. And I happened to be there when it happened. All he wanted was for me to leave. He was so nervous, sweat was literally dripping from his forehead. He had even just purchased a new fire extinguisher. It was still in its packaging.’

‘And secondly?’ Tuvesson said.

‘He lied to my face about not knowing Igor Skanås. I know I showed him a picture of his brother, but they look the same don’t they? And I’m convinced he’s lying about quite a few other things that could have helped our investigation. Thirdly, his Sweden Democrat gig’s just a façade. In reality, he’s a dyed-in-the-wool Nazi who would jump for joy if he saw those pictures of Moonif in the washing machine.’

‘Sadly, that’s not a crime, though.’

‘Sure, but setting fire to a refugee centre is.’

‘You’re not seriously saying he did that?’ Klippan said.

‘No, but I think he knows who did. What would be the point of setting fire to his own offices and posting the list of refugee centre addresses online, if he didn’t?’

‘What’s happening with that investigation anyway?’ Tuvesson asked. ‘It’s my understanding it’s being handled locally, but have we heard anything from the Bjuv Police?’

‘All I know is they’ve secured tyre tracks from the scene. If you ask me, they should be checked against the car I was put in when they dumped me in my own front garden.’

‘Right, I heard. It must have been awful.’

‘That’s putting it mildly. But that’s how they operate. They try to scare you into silence.’ Lilja let out a snort of derision and sipped her coffee.

‘So you’re saying they might be the same people who set fire to the refugee centre?’ Klippan said.

‘Why not?’

‘Either way, it sounds like something we should look into,’ Tuvesson said. ‘But that doesn’t change the fact that we have to let Landertz go. Much as we may want to nail him and everything he stands for, I see no other option as things stand.’

‘Fine,’ Lilja said, so curtly it was almost inaudible.

‘Let’s move on to this Assar Skanås fellow. I’ve been told an internal alert has been put out about his disappearance.’ Tuvesson walked over to the whiteboard and took down the picture Klippan had found of him. ‘Tell me what you have on him.’