Fabian left his comment unanswered. He knew Jacobsén’s type all too well. Successful and brash. No obstacle was so great it couldn’t be overcome by a smile, a firm handshake and a gung-ho spirit. If it works, it works.

‘I don’t want to leave clients waiting too long and risk them taking their business elsewhere. You know, right now, the fibre-optic market is so overheated, there’s a line of companies waiting to take our place.’ He was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. ‘That’s why we have to make sure we’re always the best, the cheapest and the fastest.’

A lorry was pulling into the passing lane ahead of them, but gave up when Jacobsén accelerated and flashed his high beams.

‘You know, I started the company in 2001. Everyone thought I’d lost my mind. How could I quit my job at Sydsec Security? But I was so damn fed up with having an incompetent manager making all the important decisions. I swear, a dart-throwing monkey could’ve done a better job. It was seven years before it took off, but then it really did take off. Suddenly, one computer in each home wasn’t enough, everyone needed their own, and since then we’ve gone from strength to strength. Completely insane.’

‘Who does the actual installations?’ Fabian asked, noting that their speed was already way above the permitted limit.

‘At first, it was just me, like I said. Now we have fifteen guys out running cable seven to four, five days a week, sometimes seven, and by the end of the year I reckon there’ll be twenty of them. It’s amazing, obviously, though these days my job consists mainly of standing around being the face of the company, wearing a suit and a beaming smile. But enough about me. What is this all about? Really. I mean, what do you want from me?’

‘We’re in the middle of a murder investigation, and I’m hoping you might be able to help solve some of the mysteries.’

‘Is it that murder at ICA Maxi in Hyllinge? Lennart, or whatever his name was. I was actually there with my son, the day before it happened.’

‘No, this is a different case. The victim’s name was Molly Wessman and she lived on Stuvaregatan. Does that ring any bells?’

‘No, can’t say that it does.’ Jacobsén pulled back into the inside lane to let another car pass. ‘So I’m not sure how I can be of service.’

‘I need to find out who installed the broadband in her flat.’

‘Then you don’t want to talk to me, you want Lina, who was just on the blower.’ He took out his phone again and dialled the number while he pulled back into the overtaking lane to make room for a car merging from the slip road.

‘Hi Eric, what can I—’