And this is where Camilla buried the body,” our guide announces, pointing to the mound of grass and rocky soil over which I had just wandered. I take a hasty step backwards. “At least, that’s what I gather from the book” she says matter-of-factly. I exhale.
You could compare the death rate in the sleepy fishing town of Fjällbacka to that of the eponymous village of Midsomer Murders. All purely fictional of course, there is no corner of Camilla Läckberg’s childhood home which hasn’t made an appearance in her world famous – and incredibly chilling – crime novels; I was standing at the location of one particularly grisly plotline.