‘So,’ Karim says. ‘What have we got and what do we know? Can you give me an update?’
‘Malin?’
Sven hasn’t recovered from his fit of coughing.
‘We have two crimes,’ Malin says. ‘Although we’re basically convinced we’re dealing with one and the same perpetrator.
‘On Thursday morning Josefin Davidsson was found, disorientated, in the Horticultural Society Park, raped with something that seems likely to have been a blue-coloured dildo. She had a number of wounds, probably inflicted by a knife. Her body was scrubbed clean with bleach, and the wounds carefully washed. She’s still in the University Hospital and doesn’t remember anything about what happened, or what led up to it. The sexual nature of the crime led us to check out a recently released sex offender, but he has a solid alibi. A door-to-door of the surrounding flats hasn’t given us anything. No one saw or heard anything. And no witnesses have come forward. The presumed use of the dildo led us to look into the possibility that the perpetrator is female, possibly from the city’s lesbian community, where the use of dildos could be fairly widespread. This line of inquiry led us to Louise ‘Lollo’ Svensson, who refused us entry to her home, which is why we applied for a search warrant – the search was carried out yesterday. And produced absolutely nothing. She suggested in passing that presumably now we were going to talk to, quote, “the whole fucking women’s football team”. Forensics are checking her computer at the moment to see if there’s anything to go on there, for instance if she’s the person behind Lovelygirl on Theresa Eckeved’s Facebook page.’
Malin falls silent.
Hesitates.
Says nothing about the line of inquiry that led her and Zeke to the unfortunate Paul Anderlöv. Never mind. He should be left in peace.
Instead she goes on: ‘How we got to what we know is in the reports, although of course I’m protecting the identity of my sources. We’ve also checked out Ali Shakbari and Behzad Karami. But they’ve got alibis as well, albeit provided by their families.’
‘I already know that,’ Karim snaps, evidently annoyed all over again at the suggestion of prejudice in this line of inquiry.
‘I’m just trying to update you, Karim,’ Malin says calmly. ‘So that you can make a splendid statement, sorry, truthful statement to the journalists.’
‘Let her carry on,’ Zeke says.
‘Then yesterday Theresa Eckeved was found murdered at the beach at Stavsätter. She had been buried, wrapped in ordinary transparent bin-bags, but a dog belonging to one of the bathers still managed to catch the scent. From a quick preliminary investigation Karin Johannison at National Forensics says that Theresa Eckeved was also abused with what seems to have been a blue dildo, which is why we’re fairly convinced that these cases are linked. The cause of Theresa Eckeved’s death was strangulation, but she had also received a blow to the head from a blunt object. She appears to have been killed at the beach. And she was scrubbed clean as well, according to Karin’s analysis, using bleach, just like Josefin Davidsson. And her wounds were obsessively cleaned, trimmed with a very sharp, and very precise object, possibly a scalpel.’
‘So we’ve got a lunatic on the loose in the city?’
Malin is taken aback by how blunt Karim is being, he doesn’t usually use such straightforward language.
‘Looks like it,’ Zeke says.
‘A person,’ Malin says. ‘Don’t use the word lunatic. A damaged, sick individual.’
And she thinks of the girls’ wounds, how they are similar yet different, as if they illustrated an almost tentative approach to violence.
‘A scalpel,’ Karim says, breaking her train of thought. ‘So who would have a scalpel?’
‘Possibly a scalpel,’ Malin says. ‘Possibly. A scalpel is chemical, clean, like chlorine. You can buy them from any chemist.’
‘Do we need to give Josefin Davidsson any protection?’ Karim goes on to ask.
‘If the killer wanted her dead, he would probably already have made sure of that,’ Sven says. ‘She didn’t seem to be in any fit state to escape, or to have actually done so.’
‘We’ll have to check with her parents,’ Karim says, before going on: ‘The pair of you have made a lot of progress.’
‘Yes, you have,’ Sven agrees.
‘But we haven’t got anywhere.’
Zeke drums his fingers on the table.
‘Zeke, she was only found yesterday,’ Sven says.
‘Theresa, yes, but we’ve had longer to work on Josefin Davidsson. And we still don’t even know who called us about her.’
And a silence spreads through the room, they all know that the first minutes, hours, days are the most important in any case, that an investigation becomes elusive with time, slippery, and can easily slide from the grasp of even the most experienced and talented detectives. If the truth remains hidden, it changes the lives of everyone involved for ever, in small but clearly perceptible ways.
‘Reinforcements are on their way,’ Sven says, ‘so we can pick up the pace. I suggest that we let Sundsten and Ekenberg check the alibis of all known sex offenders in the area.’ He goes on: ‘I’ve got the list ready. And we can get them to go door-to-door around the parents’ villa out in Sturefors. See if that turns up anything. Malin, Zeke? What are you going to do?’
‘We thought we might have a word with the owner of the ice cream kiosk. We couldn’t get hold of her yesterday, or, to be more accurate, she disappeared before we had a chance to talk to her.’
‘Good. Talk to her and see where it leads. What about the other people on the beach?’ Karim encouraging, almost imploring.
‘Nada. Niente,’ Zeke says. ‘And no other witnesses have come forward. Not one single tip-off. This whole city is in a fucking coma.’
‘Did she usually go swimming there?’ Sven asks.
‘Well, they’ve got their own pool,’ Malin says, ‘but Theresa’s mother did say that she sometimes cycled out there.’
‘Maybe she went for an evening swim?’
Malin nods.
‘How do you think we should play this with the press?’ Karim asks.
He’s asking us for help with the press. That’s a first, Malin thinks.
‘We can’t say anything, in case we jeopardise the inquiry,’ Zeke says.
‘We have to give them something,’ Sven says.
‘Tell them we’re working on the theory that the murder is connected to the girl who was found in the park. But not how or why we suspect that.’
Malin can hear that she sounds sure of her opinion as she speaks, even though she isn’t at all.
‘OK, that’s what we’ll do,’ Karim says.
‘The football team,’ Sven says. ‘The women’s football team. Give their coach a call. After all, Louise Svensson did mention the team. That has to mean something. And the suggestion of homosexuality in teenage girls. We need to follow up that line of inquiry.’
Malin makes a face.
‘She just said it in passing. She was being ironic. And my source didn’t say anything about the women’s team.’
‘Call her,’ Sven says. ‘Call anyway.’
‘What’s his name again, the coach?’ Zeke wonders.
‘Her,’ Sven says. ‘Something like Pia Rasmefog. Danish, evidently.’
Karim looks as if he’s thinking. Not about calling Pia Rasmefog, but something else.
‘Nervous about facing the hyenas?’
Zeke, smiling.
‘You know that’s my natural element, Martinsson.’
Karim almost alarmingly self-assured.
30
‘Does it really make sense to call Pia Rasmefog? Isn’t that just prejudice?’
Malin is sitting at her desk in the open-plan office.
‘You mean, is it prejudiced to look at the women’s football team because the attack and the murder both seem to have some sort of lesbian involvement?’