Malin puts the book back.
She curses herself for leaving her fingerprints on it, but it doesn’t really matter now.
Who shall I call?
Zeke?
Sven Sjoman?
Malin pulls out her mobile, calls a number. It takes four rings before anyone answers.
Karin Johannison’s voice, full of sleep.
‘Yes, this is Karin.’
‘Malin here. Sorry to disturb you.’
‘No problem, Malin. I’m a light sleeper anyway.’
‘Can you come out to a flat at 34 Tanneforsvagen? Top floor.’
‘Now?’
‘Yes.’
‘I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.’
Malin examines Karl Murvall’s clothes.
Finds several strands of hair.
She puts them in a freezer-bag she finds in the kitchen.
She hears another car pull up in front of the building. A door closing.
She whispers down into the stairwell, ‘Karin, up here.’
‘I’m coming.’
Malin shows Karin round the flat.
Back in the hall Karin says, ‘We’ll have to examine the wardrobe, then the rest of the flat.’
‘That’s not why I wanted to get you here first. It’s because of these. I want DNA tests on them.’
Malin holds up the bag containing the strands of hair.
‘Right away. And compare the results with the profile of Maria Murvall’s attacker.’
‘Are they Karl Murvall’s?’
‘Yes.’
‘If I head off to the lab now, the results will be ready first thing tomorrow.’
‘Thanks, Karin. As quick as that?’
‘It’s easy with perfect samples like this. We’re not completely useless, you know. Why is it so important?’
‘I don’t know, Karin. But somehow it’s definitely important.’
‘What about all this?’ Karin gestures at the rest of the flat.
‘You’ve got colleagues, haven’t you?’ Malin says. ‘Even if they’re not as sharp as you?’
As Karin pulls away from the pavement Malin calls Sven Sjoman. Passes it on. Sets in motion things that need to be set in motion.
75
The bedroom of the flat is lit up by the arc lights brought in by the forensics team.
Sven Sjoman and Zeke look tired as they search the wardrobe. Earlier, over the phone, Sjoman had asked her why she had gone to the flat and how she had got in. ‘Just a feeling. And the door was open,’ she had said, and Sven had left it at that.
Zeke pulls on a pair of plastic gloves and reaches for the notebook again, leafs through it, reads, then puts it down once more.
Malin showed Sven and Zeke the book with its writing and maps as soon as they arrived, explained and drew connections, told them what she’d done, that Karin had already been there, gave them an outline of what must
