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Joona slumped down slightly in his seat and followed the figure’s progress in the rear-view mirror, trying to catch a glimpse of its face.
The branches of a rowan tree swayed as he passed.
In the grey lights from the substation Joona saw that it was Samuel.
His colleague was almost half an hour early.
He opened the car door and sat down in the passenger seat, pushed the seat back, stretched out his legs and sighed.
‘OK, so you’re tall and blond, Joona … and it’s really lovely being in the car and everything. But I still think I’d rather spend the night with Rebecka … I want to help the boys with their homework.’
‘You can help me with my homework,’ Joona said.
‘Thanks,’ Samuel laughed.
Joona looked out at the road, at the building with its closed doors, the rusting balconies, the windows that shone blackly.
‘We’ll give it three more days,’ he said.
Samuel pulled out the silver-coloured flask of yoich, as he called his chicken soup.
‘I don’t know, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking,’ he said seriously. ‘Nothing about this case makes sense … we’re trying to find a serial killer who may not actually exist.’