Fredrika smiled along with the others, but exhaustion was etched on her face. Alex couldn’t help being disappointed when she passed on what she’d found out from Solid Security – both at the fact that Peder had been fired, and that he’d lied. The guy was a mess; this had gone on for years, and Alex just had to accept it. He’d thought the post with the Solomon Community would give Peder security and clear parameters, but he’d still managed to fuck up. Alex didn’t know whether it was that or something else that had caused problems, but obviously family issues had cost him a job.

‘Is Ross on his way here?’ he asked.

‘Yes, he should be here in a few minutes. He’s in the lift.’

‘Not on his own?’ Fredrika said.

‘A member of our team is with him all the time. We’ve brought in surveillance officers from Uppsala, so we’re pretty sure he won’t recognise them.’

Alex thought his colleague was wrong, but he didn’t say so. He had thought long and hard about the fact that surveillance had lost Ross, and come to the conclusion that it wasn’t an unfortunate mishap. Quite the reverse. Ross knew he was being followed, and there was no way he was going to lead them to a place of interest while they had eyes on him.

‘I presume we’ve put a tracker on his car?’

‘We have; the problem is that he uses other vehicles. When we lost him yesterday he was driving his wife’s car.’

‘His mobile?’

‘Switched off.’

Alex let out a bark of laughter.

‘So when he disappeared he was in his wife’s car with his phone switched off? And you think he doesn’t know he’s under surveillance? Do me a favour.’

The room fell silent, then Ivan’s phone pinged.

He got to his feet. ‘Sorry, back in a minute.’

‘Can’t it wait?’ Alex snapped. That was his way of saying that it should wait, but Ivan headed for the door.

‘Won’t be long.’

Berlin scowled as he disappeared. ‘He’d better hurry up or he’ll miss what I have to say about the latest decision by the prosecutor.’

‘Which is?’ Alex prompted her.

‘Which is that he’s given us the green light to open the wills.’ She looked very pleased with herself. Fredrika stared at her.

‘What wills?’

‘This is something we discussed last night after you’d gone home,’ Alex informed her. ‘There are fingerprints on the letter I found in Noah Johansson’s office, but they don’t match anything in our database. Ivan thinks the letter was written by one of Noah’s clients, who has also deposited a will with Noah.’

‘So we need access to the wills to see if we can match the fingerprints,’ Berlin added.