Looks like a robbery gone wrong,’ said Patrik Hedström as he surveyed the small break room. There was blood everywhere, and a woman’s body lay between the kitchen table and the refrigerator. Her eyes stared up at them unseeing, and her skull had been bashed in. Blood had sprayed over the white walls and formed a big pool under the victim’s head and torso. ‘Yeah. It’s bad, all right,’ agreed Martin Molin from his position standing behind Patrik. ‘Hell of a lot of blood.’ Patrik shook his head. It didn’t matter how many times he saw a dead body. It was always the blood that made his stomach heave. ‘Somebody must have seen the guy who did this.’ Martin’s face had lost all colour. ‘How do we know it’s a guy?’ said Patrik. ‘It’s too early to make that kind of assumption.’ ‘Sure, I know that, but I was just thinking … with all this violence … well, it doesn’t seem like something a woman would—’ He stopped himself there. Patrik was right. ‘Do you know who she is?’ Martin asked instead.
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