Tuvesson shook her head. ‘Not that we know.’

‘All right, this might sound stupid. But if there are no external injuries and we don’t know the cause of death, how come you’re so convinced it’s murder? Why wouldn’t our first guess be that she died of heart failure or suffered from a severe case of diabetes?’

‘Believe me. I really wish it was an epileptic fit or a stroke. Unfortunately, that’s just not it. We can’t be one hundred per cent certain, of course, but there are things that point to someone taking her life.’

‘Such as?’

‘Such as the fact that she went to the police in Landskrona just before closing time last Wednesday to file a report,’ Fabian said.

‘Report about what?’

‘It’s not entirely clear, because it was never completed. As far as I can make out, she seemed to have felt someone was following her. Unfortunately, the officer in charge took neither his job nor her very seriously, so in the end, as far as I understand, she gave up and left the station in a fury.’

‘Following as in stalking?’ Lilja asked.

Fabian nodded. ‘The problem is she couldn’t give a description because she never saw the person in question. It was simply a “feeling” she had in the days before she died. The officer’s put his personal comments in the margins of the report, describing her as hysterical, incoherent and an attention whore.’

Lilja shook her head.

‘And why are we doubting his assessment?’ Klippan said.

‘Because of this.’ Fabian took out and passed around a printout of the picture from Molly Wessman’s mobile, in which she was sleeping soundly on her back in her own bed. ‘According to the report, the alarm on her phone woke her up as usual, but when she picked it up to turn it off, she discovered her background image had been changed to this photograph.’

‘I’ve examined the phone,’ Molander put in. ‘And the picture was definitely taken at 1.32 a.m. that same night.’

‘And, if we choose to believe her,’ Fabian continued, ‘no one was in the flat apart from her.’

‘So someone broke in to her home, snapped a picture of her sleeping with her own phone and then set it as her background,’ Lilja said.

‘Apparently.’

‘Ingvar.’ Tuvesson turned to Molander. ‘How far along is the technical investigation?’

‘We’ve only done what we had to so they could move the body. With things the way they are, I’m not going to make it out there until sometime tomorrow.’

‘The locks. Did you have time to examine them?’

‘Of course. And the answer to your next question is no. There was no sign of them being drilled open.’

‘Could someone have picked them?’