‘Maybe they wanted their allegiance known without revealing their identities.’

‘I wouldn’t put too much store in the jackets,’ Molander said. ‘The car’s registration number is far more interesting.’

‘I was just thinking that,’ Klippan said. ‘Did you look it up?’

Molander gave Klippan a withering look, but couldn’t even be bothered to add a sigh to it.

‘Fine, sorry.’

‘And here’s the owner.’ Molander clicked up a picture that filled the entire screen and turned to the others.

Even though Lilja recognized him and had met him only yesterday, it took her several seconds to realize she was staring at the local Sweden Democrats chairman, Sievert Landertz.

16

Sievert Landertz’s registered residence was Åkervägen 10 in Söndraby, just east of Klippan. It was an area that reminded Lilja so much of her own neighbourhood in Perstorp it immediately put her in a bad mood. Of course this was the kind of place a Sweden Democrat would live. It was as obvious as the fact that she and Hampus had to move as soon as it could be arranged. It didn’t matter where to, so long as it got her away from all the Scanian flags.

Not to mention all the trampolines. Practically every garden around here was home to a blue monstrosity. But there was no sign of bouncing children. They were probably tucked into their beds, having Mein Kampf read to them for story time.

‘Here it is.’ Klippan nodded to the house on the corner ahead of them and pulled over, killed the engine and unbuckled.

While he did that, Lilja pulled out binoculars and studied the white wooden house built in the middle of the plot, which also had room for a trampoline. There were two flagpoles, flying the Scanian and Swedish flags respectively.

‘Irene? Are you coming?’

‘Slow your roll. It looks like the front door’s about to open.’

Indeed, moments later, two figures exited and walked towards the garage.

‘See who it is?’

‘The tall one is Landertz himself, in all his glory. I don’t recognize the other one, but my guess would be it’s his son.’

‘Okay. Then we might as well bring them in now, before it’s too late.’ Klippan opened the door on the driver’s side.

‘Or should we maybe follow them and see where they’re going?’

Klippan stopped and pondered that for a few seconds, then gritted his teeth, closed the door and buckled back up. He waited until the dark blue Mercedes had reversed out of the garage and turned east down Vedbyvägen before turning the key in the ignition and following. All without a word, which was highly unusual for him.