‘We have quite a lot,’ Lilja replied. ‘But maybe it would be better if I sent you a report later in the day, so we don’t take up everyone’s time.’

‘One thing might be worth mentioning,’ said Molander, who looked like he was having a hard time suppressing a smile. ‘Me and my little team have had a match, or rather several matches.’

‘What kind of matches?’

‘Fingerprints. Three of the prints on the glass part of the washing machine door match several of the ones we found at Skanås’s home, on the toys and children’s films.’

‘And we’re sure they’re not his brother Igor’s prints?’

‘Positive.’

Lilja exchanged looks with Klippan and the others. ‘Wow, that’s great. So we have solid proof. Then maybe you would even consider prioritizing that mobile triangulation as soon as we’re done here?’

‘Absolutely, so long as you promise to keep your fingers crossed it’s really his number this time.’

‘I also think we should make this picture public,’ Tuvesson said.

‘Speaking of which,’ Klippan said. ‘The media have been hounding me about a press conference.’

‘I know. But that’s going to have to wait until we can get our heads above water.’

‘But people are worried,’ Lilja said. ‘They want to know what’s going on.’

‘The problem is that we do, too, and before I get in front of the cameras and expose my jugular, I want our affairs in better order. So let’s move on to the stabbing in Hyllinge instead.’ She turned to Klippan. ‘How are you getting on? Have you found anything of interest?’

‘No, so far we’re no wiser than we’d be if we’d just read the papers. But hopefully the fog will clear once Ingvar has finished with the crime scene and I get access to the CCTV footage.’

‘Good. Then let’s wait for that. At this rate, I might even make it to my Högsell meeting on time. Finally, our most recent victim, Molly Wessman.’

‘Right, well, we’re not one hundred per cent sure that’s murder, though several things point to it,’ Fabian said.

‘Let’s put a pin in that particular problem and start instead with what you’ve found out about her.’

‘Not much more than that she lived alone on Stuvaregatan 7 in the North Harbour, was thirty-two years old and had neither children nor siblings.’

‘And no parents either?’ Molander asked.

‘She worked for Mavia Technologies in Landskrona and—’

‘Hello, I asked you a question,’ Molander broke in, waving as though to establish contact.

‘I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you,’ Fabian said, trying to push down the thought that he was talking to a man he suspected of having killed not just his father-in-law, his lover and their colleague Elvin, but possibly many more besides.

‘You know, like a mum and dad,’ Molander reminded him.