[Later]...he heard a loud mewing at the front door. A reddish-brown cat slipped swiftly past him into the warmth. "Wise cat," he said. The cat sniffed around the guest house for awhile. Mikael poured some milk into a dish, and his guest lapped it up....
Reminds me, though not referring to the above quote, there is something unique about Nordic political noir. Somehow the difference between water on asphalt and ice on it.
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