CHAPTER ELEVEN
Paavo drove to the Gomez family's address, a flat in a three-story building in the Ingleside district. Anna Gomez had been living at home when she was killed.
Her mother, Martina, answered. The ravages of losing a daughter showed in her lined and haggard expression.
Paavo introduced himself, gave his condolences, made small talk about the investigation, the police doing all they could, and so on, and then held up a picture of Joy Woolsey. He didn't hand it to her. It was a death photo, and many people were squeamish about even touching such a thing. Martina Gomez was one of them. Her whole body jerked as she realized why the eyes were shut.
"Have you ever seen this woman?" he asked. "I'm trying to find out if she and Anna knew each other. Her name was Joy Woolsey."
"She
