If anyone had the means to find her, it was him. His authority was going to come in handy, coupled with his extensive network and the hold he’d made sure to have on some of his contacts.

The questions he’d spent the greater part of the past twenty-four hours pondering were how she’d managed not to use any of her credit cards, where she was getting her money and, above all, how.

He’d found the answer to the first question at the Tax Agency. With the help of director Kai Mosedahl, he’d gained access to all her tax information. Since Kai was also a member of the Club, he had as much of an interest as the rest of the group in stopping her once and for all.

The police in Helsingør had paid her over five hundred thousand kronor in a lump sum. It was a shockingly large sum for a shitty provincial station. But, of course, it must have been that obese doughball Ib Sveistrup, who wasn’t man enough to say no to a woman.

The money hadn’t been deposited in her usual account with Danske Bank. It hadn’t been paid into a Danish account at all, which explained why he hadn’t discovered it sooner. Instead, the bank’s head of security, his old colleague Ryan Frellesen, had been able to trace the money to an account in one of their Swedish branches on the other side of the sound in Malmö.

It had been considerably more difficult to get information out of them, but eventually he’d succeeded. It turned out she’d made one withdrawal. No more, no less. One withdrawal, of the entire amount, less than a week earlier.

That told him two important things.

First, she had help from the outside. Someone who wasn’t just willing to lend her money, but who was also well-versed in going off grid. Her own skills were nowhere near up to what she was doing right now.

Secondly, she must have been recorded by the bank’s CCTV cameras, which Frellesen had graciously provided a link to.

The withdrawal had taken place the Wednesday before at 12.33 at Danske Bank’s branch on Neptunigatan in Malmö; with such an exact time, it shouldn’t have been hard to find her. But apparently, it was.

Part of the explanation was that in order to take out such a large sum in cash, you couldn’t just stroll into a branch, take a ticket and wait for a free teller. You had to book an appointment several days in advance to give the bank a chance to prepare. The withdrawal itself wouldn’t have taken place at the tills, either, but in one of the meeting rooms at the back; he hadn’t managed to get a link to those cameras.