Conny Sjöberg and his colleagues are perplexed by the brutal assassination of a Filipino woman and her two small children at their home. Their throats have been slashed and there is blood absolutely everywhere. There are, however, no clues as to who the perpetrator may be. The children’s Swedish father leads an isolated existence, with little or no contact with the outside world. And how was it possible for the woman – a cleaner – to afford a flat worth several millions?
The story has its origins in something that happened a long time ago, on a sunny day in May when a young couple stops at a little shop to buy sweets for the two little boys playing in the backseat.
Inspector Conny Sjöberg works frantically with the investigation, despite a heavily reduced team. Jens Sandén is suffering from the complications following his heart attack and has his focus elsewhere. Petra Westman is still trying to find the identity of the Second Man: the man who abused her in such a cold manner in an exceptionally cunning rape that officially never even took place. And Einar Eriksson, as arrogant as ever, is missing and fails to turn up at work.
Sjöberg himself is feeling torn. He cannot forget redhead Margit Olofsson who appears in his dreams. He finally decides to investigate his own mysterious past, which his mother has always refused to discuss. One day he knocks on the door of the grandmother he had always assumed was dead.
And Einar Eriksson still hasn’t turned up at work…
Vyssan Lull is a book about guilt: a guilt that has affected those involved for decades and that will live on until they are all gone.