He Who Kills the Dragon

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‘How did it go?’ Annika Carlsson asked. ‘I was almost starting to worry.’

‘It’s fine,’ Bäckström said.

‘So what did he want? He was completely furious when he stormed in to see me. I was almost starting to worry.’

‘My fucking old fox,’ Bäckström said. ‘He just needed some advice and help from his old supervisor and mentor.’

‘Glad to hear it,’ Annika Carlsson said with a wry smile. ‘So what are we going to do with our case, then?’

‘The usual,’ Bäckström said. ‘We go out hard against the suspect, telephone surveillance, the whole works, silent, invisible, untraceable. Give Nadja a call as well; she can come in and help. I’ll sign for the overtime. I think we can manage without the youngsters, and I don’t think we want to drag Alm into this.’

‘There doesn’t seem to be a phone,’ Annika Carlsson said. ‘At least I can’t find one.’

‘Oh, it’s there, all right,’ Bäckström said. ‘That’s the cell phone that both Danielsson and Akofeli call. The one that only ever seems to get incoming calls. If we’re lucky it’s still around. And there has to be a landline as well.’

‘I’ve already started on that,’ Annika Carlsson confirmed.

‘Well, then,’ Bäckström said with a wry smile. ‘On Monday I think it’ll be time to get out the handcuffs.’