‘Yes and no.’ Molander crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. ‘The tumbler lock’s no problem. All you’d have to do to get it open is ask it nicely. But the deadlock’s a different matter, and since she was clever enough to have a key instead of a thumb turn on the inside, a wire through the letter box wouldn’t have worked.’

‘So we’re talking someone with keys.’

‘Unless the perpetrator has that so-called super pick, which supposedly opens practically everything.’

‘Do we even know if she’d locked both locks?’ Klippan put in.

‘She claims to in the report,’ Fabian said.

‘And then there’s her phone,’ Lilja said. ‘How did he get into that without her PIN? Is that even possible?’

‘Absolutely,’ Molander said. ‘And this was an iPhone, so it’s not even much of a challenge. Especially not one running iOS 6, which was released just a week or two ago. Apparently, it’s got more holes in it than a Swiss cheese. Would someone volunteer their iPhone? Fabian?’ He leaned across the table with his hand extended, and Fabian pushed his phone over. ‘The first thing you have to do is call Siri and ask what time it is.’ He picked up the phone and pressed the home button until the phone beeped. ‘Hi Siri. What time is it?’ He held up the screen, which showed the time in Helsingborg. ‘Then you click it and a plus sign will appear in the top-right corner. You click that to see what time it is somewhere else. But instead of choosing a location from the list, we write something else, anything really, like fish guts. Then we highlight the words, like so.’ He showed everyone that the phrase fish guts was highlighted in the search bar. ‘Then we click share and choose message. That will prompt it to ask for one of the names in the contact list. But instead, we’ll type in a name that’s not in the list. Let’s keep it simple and write Ravgni.’

‘How is that simple?’ Klippan said.

‘You don’t see it? It’s my name backwards. Anyway, we click it once and then again. Then we click create contact and add picture. And voilà. Now we just have to press the home button and we’re in!’ With poorly concealed pride, he demonstrated how he could click his way around the phone unhindered.

It took Fabian a moment too long to realize that wasn’t such a good idea.

43

He was feeling confused again. And lost. And he didn’t like it. No, he really didn’t. He hated it, especially when, like now, he hadn’t taken his medication. The streets seemed to swap places with one another, and the world was spinning around him. Like that boy. He had spun, too. Round and round, so quickly that after a while you couldn’t even see him.