‘Hold on a minute. You two know each other?’ The woman stared from Lilja to Landertz and back. ‘Sievert. Can you explain what this is—’

‘Why don’t you go back inside and get breakfast ready instead?’

‘Sure, but—’

‘I’ll have a double espresso and a glass of freshly squeezed juice with my yoghurt. And don’t forget to keep an eye on how much chocolate milk William drinks.’

The woman gritted her teeth and went back inside without so much as another glance at Lilja.

‘What’s this about?’ Landertz said as he buttoned his shirt. ‘I thought we were done with each other.’

‘Sorry to disappoint.’

‘If you think I’ve changed my mind about our membership list, you’re mistaken. I’ve actually looked up what the law has to say about it. It classifies our membership list as “sensitive information”, which means, to put it plainly, that you can forget about extracting so much as a syllable from me.’

‘I can’t argue with that, so I can understand if you haven’t changed your mind. But you will, and soon. By the way, did you have a good time yesterday?’

‘Yesterday?’ Landertz looked nonplussed. ‘If you’re referring to the fire in our offices, all I can say is that it was yet another clear sign of how incapable our country is of receiving more refugees. This is exactly what happens when you crowd too many ethnicities into one place. Increased conflicts breed violence that in turn breeds even more violence. So no, why would I have thought that was a good time?’

‘Wow.’ Lilja gave him a slow clap. ‘Impressive. That was a more or less verbatim excerpt from yesterday’s interview in Kvällsposten, and it’s not even quarter to seven yet. But I wasn’t actually referring to the fire the day before yesterday. I was talking about your little performance last night.’

‘Performance.’

‘How did you put it again? The refugees are nothing but vermin that need to be exterminated with poison?’

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’

‘No? Well, you looked to be on fine form. And in case you’ve forgotten, I have it all on film. All the heiling, the swastika armband and every word of your lovely speech about rats and cockroaches.’

Landertz’s face changed as the severity of the situation dawned on him. ‘So that was you.’

Lilja nodded. ‘And now the ball’s in your court. Either I send the video to the newspapers, or the “Lügenpresse” as you like to call them. Or you give me a copy of your membership list, and the papers will have to miss out on this particular scoop.’

‘Well, that does sound tempting, but as far as I understand it, that mobile phone broke.’

‘Never heard of iCloud?’

Landertz met Lilja’s eyes in an attempt to gauge whether she was bluffing.