‘And then you heard noises inside?’
‘Yes.’
‘What were you thinking then?’
‘At first, I thought the john must be the aggressive type, that he’d flipped for some reason and started trashing the place.’
‘But you didn’t immediately leave?’ says Joona.
‘We’re only talking about a few seconds. But when I saw the blood .?.?. there was so much of it, all over the window. I mean, there wasn’t anything I could do. He wasn’t alone in there, he was in a fight or something, and I started thinking about gangs .?.?. I just wanted to get away.’
‘Did the man with the long hair go inside the caravan?’
‘Not that I saw.’
‘And did you see anyone else at the campsite?’ asks Joona.
‘No.’
‘Did you notice anything else?’
‘Don’t think so.’
‘Were there any other cars in the parking area?’
‘Yeah .?.?. The john’s was there, plus another one. An old banger, parked a bit further back.’
‘What kind of car did the john have?’ Joona asks, though healready knows the answer.
‘A Mercedes.’
‘Colour?’
‘Silver.’
‘And the other car?’
‘It was a rusty old Opel .?.?. a Kadett. With one of those screw-on roof rack things.’
‘What colour?’
‘Pale blue .?.?.’
‘Do you remember the registration number?’
‘No.’
‘None of it?’
‘Sorry.’
‘Was it Swedish?’
‘I don’t know.’
‘Anything else? Was there any damage to the body? Any stickers, a tow bar?’
‘No idea, I just wanted to get away.’