‘Sorry, I know you have a thousand things on your plate. But you know that job on Stuvaregatan?’

‘Yes?’

‘Would you be able to find out which of the guys did that?’

‘Absolutely. Lucky I still have the file out.’

‘Right.’ He shot Fabian a wink.

‘Stuvaregatan, was it? What number?’

‘Seven.’

‘All right, looks like there were two of them. Jocke Olsson, and then that—’

‘It’s a specific flat, and what I’m wondering is whether our records from two and a half years ago are that detailed.’

‘I can assure you they have been for as long as I’ve been around.’

‘Didn’t I tell you she’s a rock?’ Jacobsén turned to Fabian. ‘With Lina on your team, you’d solve every case, I promise you.’

Fabian nodded, busy trying to figure out if he’d actually mentioned anything about it being number seven.

‘Which flat is it?’ Lina asked.

‘A certain Molly Wessman.’

‘That’s what I thought. It was that bloke whose name I can never remember. Christofer Comorowski.’

‘Great, then we know. Thanks for that. And, right, don’t forget about the avocado sandwich.’ He ended the call and indicated right to turn off the motorway.

‘This Christofer. Is he one of your employees?’

‘No, he’s just a guy we call in when we get too busy.’ Jacobsén turned down Filbornavägen and continued to Sockengatan, where he made a left. ‘Can I ask what he’s suspected of? Not murder, I hope.’

‘No one said he’s under any kind of suspicion. I just need to get in touch with him. Do you have his information – phone number, personal identity number and address – or should I be talking to Lina?’

‘Normally, she’d be the one to talk to, but unfortunately not in this case. When it comes to Christofer, we only know that he’s from Poland or Ukraine. To be honest, I’m not entirely sure Christofer’s his real name.’

‘No? How come?’

Jacobsén turned on his hazard lights, slowed down and stopped at a bus stop, staring blindly into space. ‘You know, the moment you mentioned Stuvaregatan, I had a hunch we’d end up here. The truth is, I paid him under the table. I know, it’s wrong, but I had no choice.’

‘Don’t worry,’ Fabian said as disappointment washed over him. ‘I’m not after tax dodgers. The only thing I’m interested in is getting hold of—’

‘I just want to be clear that it wasn’t about dodging taxes. I contribute plenty, that’s for sure. I’ve also offered him permanent employment several times, but apparently job security isn’t something this man craves.’

‘Eric, just tell me how to get in touch with him. You can discuss the other aspects with your accountant.’

Jacobsén heaved a sigh and turned to Fabian.

‘The problem is, he’s the one who gets in touch with me.’