Mikael quickens his pace to catch up with Santina.
Daniel meets the two at the door. His face is pale, eyes ringed with dark circles, as though he hasn't gotten enough sleep.
There is none of the swaggering self-confidence of the last few months, and when Mikael glances down at the lawyer's fingers, he notices that the nails are ragged at the ends, as though from repeated gnawing.
"I haven't let anyone in yet."
The tone is hopeful, seeking approval. Santina pats the lawyer's arm.
"Good man."
He turns to Mikael, hands him a pair of gloves, snaps his own over his hands.
"Let's go."
Daniel has an NBI photographer on standby—yet another of Santina's instructions. The photographer follows the two into the apartment.
The living and dining area is small, uncluttered. Mikael and Santina open cabinets and drawers.