Linda, As in the Linda Murder

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On Sunday Johansson stretched out on the sofa in the living room of his flat on Wollmar Yxkullsgatan on Södermalm in Stockholm. He had fixed himself a large gin and tonic with plenty of ice, and started to read through the files on the Linda murder. It looked as though it might take him all afternoon, but his wife was away staying with a friend and he had nothing better to do. Besides, this was pretty much as close as he could get, given his elevated position, to a proper murder case these days. Maybe I should apply for a job in that CP group? It looks like they need help with pretty much everything, he thought, as he glanced through the profile of the perpetrator.

What on earth are they doing down there? he thought four hours later when he had finished reading, done some thinking and put the files to one side. Any proper police officer ought to have worked this out last week.