“Dammit,” Sergeant Thomasen said as he put down the phone.
Detective Inspector Stevensen didn’t have to ask. “They found another one.”
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Stevensen’s shoulders sagged as he turned to Detective Constable Larsdotter. “That makes sex.”
Larsdottir arched her brow. “You mean six.”
“That’s what I said,” Stevensen insisted. He turned to Thomasen. “Same profile?”
“Yes, sir,” Thomasen said. “Another woman. And yes, that’s six Emil or Emilia Edvaldsens this week. All kidnapped from tram or subway stations, strangled, dismembered, and their bodies dumped in Glum Harbor.”
“After stopping at an Italian ice kiosk for fellatio,” Stevensen said.
“You mean gelato,” Larsdottir noted.
Stevensen nodded. “That’s what I said. Okay, get the forensic anal fists over there.”
Larsdottir made a note. “You mean analysts.”
“Why do you keep repeating me?” Stevensen asked. “Also, Thomasen, round up any other Emil or Emilia Edvaldsens in the city and get them into protective sodomy.”
“You mean custody, sir?” Thomasen asked.
Stevensen slammed his hand on the desk. “I don’t have time to say everything twice. We have to catch this monster before my ex-wife takes my daughter away to Upskirt.”
Larsdottir looked at Thomasen. “I think he meant Uppsala.”
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