‘Oh my God,’ muttered Mikael. ‘I’d forgotten about her.’ The woman turned out to be called Gabriella de Haan, a former girlfriend of Mikael’s, and had come in connection with a cat. This was apparently called Montezuma, and was a lazy-looking ginger-coloured female aged about ten. It seemed to Moreno that there were several striking similarities between the two ladies. Quite a few, she decided after a cursory inspection. ‘Don’t you like cats?’ Mikael wondered when fröken de Haan left after less than five minutes. ‘Oh yes, I certainly do,’ said Moreno. ‘I used to have one a few years ago, but it disappeared in mysterious circumstances. But this one . . . ?’ She nodded in the direction of Montezuma, who was stretched out on her side in the old, faded garden hammock and seemed to have made herself at home. ‘This one, well . . .’ said Mikael, looking appropriately guilty for a brief moment.
