Gabriella gives her a furtive glance. ‘Klara,’ she begins, exhaustedly. ‘Are you looking for that car again?’

She turns back towards the front, looks out at the cream-coloured buildings instead. She shrugs. ‘Just wanted to check,’ she mumbles.

‘Paranoia,’ Gabriella says, but her smile isn’t convincing, and it quickly dies on her lips.

Gabriella slows outside the law firm Lindblad & Wiman on Skeppsbron 28. Klara looks up at the Art Nouveau building. A flag with the company’s logo hangs above the entrance, flapping in the wind.

‘When are they going to add Seichelmann to the company name?’ she asks.

‘One thing at a time, Klara,’ Gabriella warns her. ‘I have to start with partnership.’

‘I’m serious,’ Klara says. ‘You should push them a little. By the way, you can’t park your car here, you know that, right?’

Gabriella gives her a tired look. ‘Sunday morning, and I’m working? The company can pay the fine. I’d say it’s the least they can do if they won’t put my name on the flag.’

‘Hell, yes, girl,’ Klara says.

She smiles and glances down the street in search of mysterious cars, but sees nothing. The Volvo seems to be gone now. All she sees is a police car and a black Volkswagen van slowly driving past them and turning onto one of the narrow side streets of the Gamla Stan. Klara points to them through the windshield.

‘Listen,’ she says. ‘I can drive around the block. Doesn’t it feel a little provocative to park here right in front of the police, when they’re circling the block? I can take a few laps and wait.’

Gabriella looks up, following the short motorcade with worried eyes and a furrow on her brow.

‘What the hell?’ she mutters. ‘A SWAT van? At Skeppsbron on a Sunday?’

She puts the car keys in Klara’s lap.

‘Okay, I’ll call you. I think he just wants to give me a few documents. Shouldn’t take long.’

She jumps out onto the street, her eyes on the police cars. Klara follows her example and walks around the car to sit in the driver’s seat. She turns the key, then makes a slow turn onto a deserted street.

A SWAT van, she thinks with a crooked smile. It just takes one glance, and Gabriella knows what’s up. Klara often forgets how many years she spent as a defence attorney, and all the knowledge that entails.

*

It’s a little tricky to make her way around this neighbourhood. She can’t remember if she’s ever driven through the narrow, cobblestone streets of the Old Town before, and it takes her at least ten minutes to find her way back to Gabi’s office, though she enters at a point much closer to the city, near the royal palace.