‘No, that was because of something completely different, and without going into too much detail, I can only say there are better things to get up to when you don’t have access to loo roll.’ He shook his head and sat down across from her in the visitor’s chair. ‘Anyway, once I’d jotted down all the plates there wasn’t much for me to do but to wait for you to come back. But you didn’t. Everyone else came out and drove off, but not you, and in the end I was the only one left. I honestly didn’t know what to do. I tried to call, I don’t know how many times, but I kept being put through to your voicemail. I even went into that barn, but it was completely empty, not a trace of you.’ Klippan shook his head and swallowed.

‘And then what happened?’

‘I drove back here, and when I saw that you were calling from your home phone, I knew you were okay.’

‘But you couldn’t be bothered to pick up or call back.’

‘I was driving. Do you know how dangerous that is? Don’t tempt fate, that call can wait, as I’m always telling Berit.’

‘All right, and then Assar Skanås turned out to be the owner of one of the cars.’

‘Exactly.’ Klippan pulled a Snickers bar from his jacket pocket. ‘It took some time, especially as it was harder than I thought it would be to find pictures good enough to compare with the sketch.’ He unwrapped his chocolate bar and took a bite. ‘After a few hours, all the noses, eyes and jawlines were parading in front of my eyes, even when I closed them. Oh hey, want a bite?’ He held out his half-eaten Snickers bar.

‘No, I’m good, thanks.’

‘Sure?’

Lilja nodded.

‘All right.’ He shoved the rest of the bar into his mouth. ‘Anyway, I finally found him, and what’s even better, he’s the owner of a well-maintained Renault 16. Remember those? I actually had one myself in the eighties. It was green and one of the best cars I’ve ever owned. You know, the engine was located behind the transaxle, and since each wheel had separate torsion bar suspension, you didn’t even have to slow down on turns or care if the road was—’

‘That’s great, but do we have anything else on him?’ Lilja cut him off after concluding that Klippan was feeling more like himself again and should therefore be okay with her directing the conversation. ‘Like an address.’

‘Yes, you were right, he’s registered in Åstorp.’ Klippan consulted his notes. ‘Fjällvägen 29, to be precise.’

‘Is it a house?’

Klippan nodded. ‘It’s in his name. He probably inherited it from his parents since he’s been registered there his entire life.’

‘What does he do for a living?’

‘Nothing.’

‘What do you mean, nothing?’