A man is leaning against the wall by the door. His face is gaunt, and he has a bushy beard. He is wearing tinted glasses. Anna’s instinct as a cop kicks in, and even though she’s only seen him for a couple of seconds, she’s convinced he’s up to no good. He doesn’t look like a mugger – he’s too skinny. He’s more of a small-time thief, waiting for the right opportunity.

He’s probably about fifty years old. His stance is casual, with the sole of one foot pressed against the wall and a can of beer in his hand. He seems to be staring at one of the few tables that haven’t been cleared away, but with the tinted glasses it’s hard to tell exactly where his focus is. It could be an unattended handbag, or a jacket with a phone in the inside pocket. Anna approaches slowly so that she can cut him off if necessary, but he doesn’t make a move. Sips his beer, gaze still fixed on whatever he’s looking at. The hand holding the can has a large, ugly tattoo on the back, which only serves to strengthen Anna’s suspicions.

She’s about five metres away when he spots her. Their eyes meet briefly, and she can see that he immediately knows she’s a police officer. His lip curls in a half-smile, he pushes himself away from the wall and slips out through the door. Anna follows him into the foyer, but he’s disappeared. She wonders whether to go looking for him, but she hasn’t seen him do anything illegal, and after all she’s off duty. She makes a mental note of his appearance.

She hears her name, and finds Call-me, Agnes and Erik involved in a discussion about Caia Bianca, whom everyone in the whole wide world, with the exception of Anna, seems to have heard of.

Before long the DJ kicks off his set with traditional dance band music, and Agnes and Erik wander off together.

‘Would you like to dance?’ Call-me asks.

She’d prefer to say no, find a quiet place to continue their earlier conversation, but unfortunately politeness dictates that she has to accept.

She’s a pretty good dancer; the only problem is that she tends to start leading after a while. Or at least she used to with Håkan, and he didn’t like it at all. Call-me doesn’t seem to mind; in fact, he looks quite grateful for her help.