Ingvill had pulled off a piece of duct tape that she now put over the woman’s eyes. Then she wrapped her whole head until nothing but the top of her nose was visible. Abraham pinched the nose and released it, pinched and released. The woman tossed her head from side to side to escape the torture.

When they wanted her to crawl back into the car, she resisted. Abraham shoved her to the ground and heaved her into the boot, sweating bullets all the while. He slammed the boot shut and then they stood there looking at the broken black boot cover. After no more than a few seconds, the head with the grey swaths around it popped up. Like some kind of futuristic mummy, rising from its grave.

‘She doesn’t seem to be getting it,’ Abraham said.

He went over to the motorhome, opened the boot and pulled out the other woman, who was Susso Myrén. After throwing her to the ground, he opened the Audi, pulled out her unruly friend, led her over to the motorhome, shoved her into the luggage compartment and slammed the door shut. Then he gestured to Susso to get up, but she just stared at him.

That made him fly off the handle. He ran at her and kicked her as hard as he could in the ribs and then he straddled her prone body and shouted at her to stop staring at him. He ripped off her glasses and held the point of the knife to her eye.

‘I’m going to gouge your eye out! Stop staring at me!’

When he plunged the knife in, she kicked her feet and growled furiously behind the tape covering her mouth. Then she lay curled up with her face against the asphalt, emitting a strange, humming sound. Abraham stood up and put the knife back in its sheath and picked up the weasel, which craned its long neck and squirmed around so as not to lose sight of the suffering woman.

‘She shouldn’t have stared at me,’ he panted.

Ingvill squatted down, put a hand on Susso’s arm and tried to make her turn around. After having a look at her blood-streaked face, she rummaged around the boot of the Audi. She found a small piece of clothing, a girl’s denim skirt, which she folded up and put over the damaged eye.

‘Hold this,’ she said.

Abraham reluctantly sank into a squat and held the skirt in place while Ingvill pulled off a piece of tape that she wrapped around Susso’s head. Then she continued wrapping her head in tape.

‘She shouldn’t have stared at me.’

Lennart walked away, climbed back into the van and sat there staring at the empty car park until Fanny came out with the little boy on her arm.

‘All right,’ he said, ‘so he’s fed and happy now?’

Anders had asked if he should bring anything…