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and opened it, thanking his lucky stars that he had brought it back from home this morning. Having all the available information on Hinde to hand the day after Riksmord had made enquiries about him was a sign of initiative.
    â€˜It says here that he has access to newspapers, magazines and books in the library, as well as limited access to the internet.’
    â€˜How limited?’ Billy asked quickly.
    Haraldsson didn’t know. However, he did know who to call: Victor Bäckman, security chief at Lövhaga. Victor answered immediately and said he would come straight up. The three of them waited in silence in the bare, impersonal office.
    â€˜How’s the shoulder?’ Billy asked after a minute or so.
    â€˜Chest,’ Haraldsson corrected him automatically. ‘It’s good. I’m not completely recovered, but it’s … good.’
    â€˜Great.’
    â€˜Yes.’
    Silence once more. Haraldsson was just wondering whether he ought to offer them coffee when Victor arrived. He was a tall man in a checked shirt and chinos, with brown eyes, a crew cut, and a handlebar moustache that made Billy think of the Village People as they shook hands.
    â€˜No porn, of course,’ Victor replied when Billy repeated his question about Hinde’s access to the net. ‘Very, very restricted when it comes to violence. It’s the strictest form of adult lock you can imagine. We programmed it ourselves.’
    â€˜Social media?’
    â€˜Nothing. Completely off limits to him. He has no way of communicating with the outside world via the computer.’
    â€˜Can you check his history?’ Vanja asked.
    Victor nodded. ‘We save all web traffic for three months. Would you like a copy?’
    â€˜Yes please.’
    â€˜He also has a computer in his cell, doesn’t he?’ Haraldsson chipped in, not wanting to feel totally excluded from the conversation.
    Victor nodded again. ‘But it has no internet connection, of course.’
    â€˜So what does he use it for?’ Billy turned to Haraldsson, who turned to Victor.
    â€˜Crosswords, Sudoku, that kind of thing. He does some writing, too. Keeps his brain active, so to speak.’
    â€˜And what about phone calls, letters and so on?’ Vanja asked.
    â€˜He’s not allowed phone calls, and he hardly gets any letters these days. But the ones that do arrive are all the same.’ Victor gave Billy and Vanja a meaningful look. ‘From women who can “cure” him with their love.’
    Vanja nodded. Yet another of life’s little mysteries: the way certain women were attracted to the most disturbed and brutal men in the country.
    â€˜Do you still have them?’
    â€˜Copies. Hinde gets the originals. I’ll pass them on to you.’
    They thanked him for his help and Victor went off to gather up the material they were going to take with them. Haraldsson leaned forward over the desk when the door had closed behind the security chief.
    â€˜May I ask why you’re so interested in Hinde?’
    Vanja ignored the question. So far they had managed to keep the fact that they were hunting a copycat killer away from the press. No one had even linked the latest three murders to the same perpetrator. Temporary staff working on the newspapers over the summer, presumably. Riksmord would prefer press interest in the investigation to remain minimal, and the fewer people who knew what they were actually dealing with, the greater the chance of maintaining that state of affairs.
    â€˜We’ll need to speak to him,’ she said instead, getting to her feet.
    â€˜Hinde?’
    â€˜Yes.’
    â€˜That’s not possible.’
    For the second time since her arrival Vanja stopped dead. She turned to face Haraldsson. ‘Why not?’
    â€˜He’s one of three prisoners on the secure wing who are not allowed visits unless they are pre-booked and approved. Unfortunately.’ Haraldsson spread