正文 17

小说:龙纹身的女孩| 作者:史迪格·拉森| 类别:都市言情

    rarrivediophimkillingme.”

    Harriet’seyessuddenlyburned.

    “Ithinkyou’dbettertellmethestoryfromthebeginning.”

    Ittookmorethananhour.Hetoldherwhohewasandwhathewaswon.HedescribedhowhecametobegiventheassigbyHenrikVanger.Heexpinedhowthepolice’siigatiooadeadend,aoldherofHenrik’slongiigation,andfinallyhetoldherhohotographofherwithfriendsinJ?rnv?gsgataadhadledtotheuncofthesorrowsbehieryofherdisappearanditsappallingsequel,whichhadehMartinVanger’ssuicide.

    Ashetalked,dusksetin.Themenquitworkfortheday,fireswerestarted,andpotsbegantosimmer.BlomkvistnoticedthatJeffstayedclosetohisbossaawatchfuleyeonhiheyeachhadanotherbeer.WhenhewasfinishedHarrietsatforalongtimeinsilence.

    Atlengthshesaid:“Iwassohappythatmyfatherwasdeadandtheviolencewasover.ItneverourredtomethatMartin…I’mgdhe’sdead.”

    “Iderstandthat.”

    “Yourstorydoesn’texpinhowyoukhatIwasalive.”

    “Afterwerealisedwhathadhappewasn’tsodifficulttoworkouttherest.Todisappear,youneededhelp.Anitawasyourfidaheonlyoneyoucouldevensider.Youwerefriends,andshehadspentthesummerwithyou.Youstayedoutatyourfather’s.Iftherewasanyoneyouhadfidedin,ithadtobeher—andalsoshehadjustgotherdriver’slice.”

    Harrietlookedathimwithanunreadableexpression.

    “SonowthatyouknowI’malive,whatareyougoingtodo?”

    “IhavetotellHenrik.Hedeservestoknow.”

    “Andthen?You’reajournalist.”

    “I’mnotthinkingofexposingyou.I’vealreadybreachedsomanyrulesofprofessionalduthiswholedismalmessthattheJournalistsAssociationwouldundoubtedlyexpelmeiftheyknewaboutit.”Hewastryingtomakelightofit.“Onemorewon’tmakeanydifferendIdon’twanttomakemyoldbabysitterangry.”

    Shewasnotamused.

    “Hoeopleknowthetruth?”

    “Thatyou’realive?Rightnow,youandmeandAnitaandmypartner.Henrik’swyerknowsabouttwo-thirdsofthestory,buthestillthinksyoudiediies.”

    HarrietVangerseemedtobethinkingsomethingover.Shestaredoutatthedark.Mikaelonceagainhadanuneasyfeelingthathewasinavulnerablesituation,andheremindedhimselfthatHarrietVanger’sownriflewasonacampbedthreepacesaway.Thenheshookhimselfandstoppedimaginingthings.Hegedthesubject.

    “ButhowdidyouetobeasheepfarmerinAustralia?IalreadyknowthatAnitasmuggledyouoffHedebyIsnd,presumablyiofhercarwhenthebridgere-opehedayaftertheaident.”

    “Actually,Iyonthefloorofthebackseatwithaboverme.Butno-onewaslooking.IwenttoAnitawhenshearrivedontheisndandtoldherthatIhadtoescape.YouguessedrightthatIfidedinher.Shehelpedme,andshe’sbeenaloyalfriendalltheseyears.”

    “WhyAustralia?”

    “IstayedinAnita’sroominStoforafewweeks.Anitahadherownmoney,whichshegenerouslylentme.Shealsogavemeherpassport.Welookedalmostexactlylikeeachother,andallIhadtodowasdyemyhairblonde.ForfouryearsIlivedinaventinItaly—Iwasn’tanun.Thereareventswhereyourentaroomcheap,tohavepeadquiettothink.TheSpencerCo.Hewassomeyearsolder;he’djustfinishedhisdegreeinEngndandwashitchhikingaroundEurope.Ifellinlove.Hedidtoo.That’salltherewastoit.‘Anita’Vangermarriedhimin1971.I’veneverhadas.Hewasawonderfulman.Verysadly,hediedeightyearsago,andIbecametheowhestation.”

    “Butyourpassport—surelysomeoneshouldhavediscoveredthatthereweretwoAnitaVangers?”

    “No,whyshouldthey?ASwedishgirlnamedAnitaVangerwho’smarriedtoSpencerCo.WhethershelivesinLondonorAustraliamakesnodiffereheoneinLondonhasbeenSpencerCo’sestrangedwife.TheoneinAustraliawashisverymuchpresentwife.Theydon’tmatchupputerfilesbetweenberraandLondon.Besides,IsoongotanAustralianpassportundermymarriedhearrafunedperfectly.TheonlythingthatcouldhaveupsetthestorywasifAnitaherselfwaogetmarried.MymarriagehadtisteredintheSwedishnatiistrationfiles.”

    “Butsheneverdid.”

    “ShecimsthatsheneverfoundaIknowthatshediditformysake.She’sbeenatruefriend.”

    “Whatwasshedoinginyourroom?”

    “Iwasn’tveryrationalthatday.IwasafraidofMartin,butaslongashewasinUppsa,Icouldpushtheproblemoutofmymind.Thentherehewasiad,andIrealisedthatI’dneverbesafetherestofmylife.IwentbadforthbetweenwantingtotellUncleHenrikandwantingtoflee.WhenHenrikdidn’thavetimetotalktome,Ijustwanderedrestlesslyaroundthevilge.OfcourseIknowthattheaidentonthebridgeovershadowedeverythingelseforeveryonotforme.Ihadmyownproblems,andIwashardlyevenawareoftheaident.EverythingseemeduhenIranintoAnita,whowasstayingicottageinthepoundwithGerdaandAlexahatwaswhenImadeupmymind.Istayedwithherthewholetimeanddidn’tdaregooutside.ButtherewasohingIhadtotakewithme—Ihadwrittendowhingthathappenedinadiary,andIneededafewclothes.Anitagotthemforme.”

    “Isupposeshecouldthetemptationtolookoutattheaidentse.”Blomkvistthoughtforamoment.“WhatIdon’tuandiswhyyoudidn’tjustgotoHenrik,asyouhadintended.”

    “Whydoyouthink?”

    “Ireallydon’tknortinwouldhavebeenremovedimmediately—probablysenttoAustraliaforsomesortoftherapyortreatment.”

    “Youhaven’tuoodpened.”

    UptothispointBlomkvisthadonlyreferredtoGottfried’ssexuassaultonMartin,leavingHarriet’sroleoutofit.

    “GottfriedmolestedMartin,”hesaidcautiously.“Isuspectthathealsomolestedyou.”

    HarrietVangerdidnotmoveamuscle.Theookadeepbreathandburiedherfaherhands.IttookfivesedsbeforeJeffwasbesideher,askingifeverythingwasallright.Harrietlookedathimandgavehimafaintsmile.TheonishedBlomkvistbystandingupandgiviudsmanagerahugandakissonthecheek.SheturoBlomkvistwithherarmaroundJeff’sshoulder.

    “Jeff,thisisMikael,anold…friendfromthepast.He’sbroughtproblemsandbadnews,butwe’renotgoingtoshootthemessenger.Mikael,thisisJeffCo,myoldestson.Ialsohaveanothersonandadaughter.”

    BlomkviststooduptoshakehandswithJeff,sayingthathewassorrytohavebroughtbadnewswhichhadupsethismother.HarrietexgedafewwordswithJeffandthehimaway.Shesatdownagainaohavemadeadecision.

    “Nomorelies.Iaeptthatit’sallover.InsomesenseI’vebeenwaitingforthisdaysince1966.ForyearsIwasterrifiedthatsomeonemighteuptomeandsaymyyouknowwhat?AllofasuddenIdon’tcareanymore.Mycrimefallsoutsidethestatuteoflimitations.AndIdon’tgiveashiteoplethinkaboutme.”

    “Crime?”saidMikael.

    Shegavehimalook,buthestilldidn’tuandwhatshewastalkingabout.

    “Iwassixteen.Iwasscared.Iwasashamed.Iwasdesperate.IwasalloheonlyoneswhokhetruthwereAnitaandMartin.IhadtoldAnitaaboutthesexuassaults,butIdidn’thavethecetotellherthatmyfatherwasalsoaninsanekillerofwomen.Anitahadneverknownaboutthat.ButIdidtellheraboutthecrimethatImittedmyself.Itwassohorriblethatwhenitcamedowntoit,Ididn’tdaretellHenrik.IprayedtoGodtofiveme.AndIhidinsideaventforseveralyears.”

    “Harriet,yourfatheristandamurderer.Itwasn’tyourfault.”

    “Iknowthat.Myfathermolestedmeforayear.Idideverythingtoavoid…buthewasmyfatherandIcouldn’trefusetohaveanythingtodowithhimwithoutgivinghimsomeexpnation.SoIliedandpyedaroleandtriedtopretendthateverythingwasOK.AndImadesurethatsomeoneelsewasalwaysaroundwhenIsawhim.Mymotherknewwhathewasdoing,ofcourse,butshedidn’tcare.”

    “Isabelknew?”

    Harriet’svoicetookonanewharshness.

    “Ofcoursesheknew.NothingeverhappenedinourfamilywithoutIsabelknowing.Butsheignoredeverythingthatleasantorshowedherinabadlight.Myfathercouldhaverapedmeinthemiddleofthelivingrhtbeforehereyesandshewouldn’thavenoticed.Shewasincapableofaowledgingthatanythingwaswronginherlifeormine.”

    “I’vemether.She’snotmyfavouriteinthefamily.”

    “She’sbeeherwholelife.I’veoftenwonderedaboutmyparents’retionship.IrealisedthattheyrarelyormaybeneverhadsexwitheachotherafterIwasborn.Myfatherhadwomen,butforsomestrangereasonhewasafraidofIsabel.Hestayedawayfromher,buthecouldadivorce.”

    “No-oheVangerfamily.”

    Sheughedforthefirsttime.

    “No,theydon’t.ButthepointisthatIcouldn’tbringmyselftosayanything.Thewholeworldwouldhavefoundout.Mysates,allmyretives…”

    “Harriet,I’msosorry.”

    “Iwasfourteenwhenherapedmethefirsttime.Andduriyearhewouldtakemeouttohis.ManytimesMartincamealong.HeforeandMartintodothingswithhim.AndheheldmyarmswhileMartin…hadhiswaywithme.Whenmyfatherdied,Martinwasreadytotakeoverhisrole.HeexpectedmetobeehisloverahoughtiterfeaturalformetosubmittohiwasforcedtodowhatMartinsaid.Iwasridofoormentoronlytondichesofanother,andtheonlythingIcoulddowastomakesuretherewasneveranoasionwhenIwasalohhim…”

    “Henrikwouldhave…”

    “Youstilldon’tuand.”

    Sheraisedhervoice.Blomkvistsawthatseveralofthemenattheentwerelookingathim.Sheloweredhervoiceagainandleaowardshim.

    “Allthecardsareoable.You’llhavetoworkouttherest.”

    Shestoodupandgottwomorebeers.Whenshecameback,Mikaelsaidasinglewordtoher.

    “Gottfried.”

    Shenodded.

    “OnAugust7,1965,myfatherforcedmetogoouttohis.Henrikwasaway.Myfatherwasdrinking,ariedtoforcehimselfohecouldupandheflewintoadrunkenrage.Hewasalways…roughandviolenttowardsmeerealothistimehecrossedtheline.Heurinatedoheartedtellihewasgoingtodotome.Thatnighthetoldmeaboutthewomenhehadkilled.Hewasbraggingaboutit.HequotedfromtheBible.Thiswentonforanhour.Ididn’tuandhalfofwhathewassaying,butIrealisedthathewastotally,absolutelysick.”

    Shetookagulpofherbeer.

    “Sometimearoundmidnighthehadafit.Hewastotallyinsane.Wewereupinthesleepingloft.HeputaT-shirtaroundmynedpulleditastightashecould.Ibckedout.Idon’thavetheslightestdoubtthathereallywastryingtokillme,andforthefirsttimethatnighthemaopletetherape.”

    HarrietlookedatBlomkvist.Hereyeseedhimtouand.

    “ButhewassodrunkthatsomehowImaogetaway.Ijumpeddownfromtheloftandfled.IwasnakedandIranwithoutthinking,andendedupoybythewater.Hecamestaggeringafterme.”

    Blomkvistsuddenlywishedthatshewouldnottellhimanythingmore.

    “Iwasstrongenoughtoshoveanolddrunkintothewater.Iusedanoartoholdhimuilhewasn’tstrugglinganymore.Itdidn’ttakelong.”

    Wheopped,thesilencewasdeafening.

    “AndwhenIlookedup,therestoodMartin.Helookedterrified,butatthesametimehewasgrinning.Idon’tknowhowlonghewasoutsidethe,spyingonus.FromthatmomentIwasathismercy.Hecameuptome,grabbedmebythehair,andledmebacktothe—toGottfried’sbed.Hetiedmeupandrapedmewhileourfatherwasstillfloatingier.AndIcouldn’tevenofferaance.”

    Blomkvistclosedhiseyes.HewasterriblyashamedandwishedthathehadleftHarrietVangerinpeace.Buthervoicehadtakenonanewforce.

    “Fromthatdayon,Iwasinhispower.Ididwhathetoldmetodo.Ifeltparalysed,andtheonlythingthatsavedmysanitywasthatIsabel—ormaybeitwasUncleHenrik—decidedthatMartinneededageofseryafterhisfather’stragicdeath,soshesenthimtoUppsa.Ofcoursethiswasbecausesheknewwhathewasdoingtome,anditwasherwayofsolvingtheproblem.YoubetthatMartinwasdisappointed.DuriyearhewashomeonlyfortheChristmasholiday.Imaokeepawayfromhim.IwentwithHenrikonatriptohageweenChristmasandNewYear’s.Andduringthesummerholiday,Anitawasthere.Ifidedinher,aayedwithmethewholetime,makingsurethathedidn’tenearme.”

    “Untilyousawhimsgatan.”

    “Iwastoldthathewouldothefamilygathering,thathewasstayinginUppsa.Butobviouslyhegedhismind,andsuddenlytherehewasohersideofthestreet,staringatme.Hesmiledatme.Itfeltlikeahideousdream.Ihadmurderedmyfather,andIrealisedthatIwouldneverbefreeofmybrother.Upuntilthen,Ihadthoughtaboutkillingmyself.Ichoseioflee.”ShegaveBlomkvistwhatwasalmostalookofrelief.“Itfeelsfantastictotellthetruth.Sonowyouknow.”

    CHAPTER27

    Saturday,July26–Monday,July28

    BlomkvistpickedupSanderbyherfrontdooronLundagatanat10:00anddrovehertotheNorracrematorium.Hestayedathersideduringtheceremony.Foralongtimetheyweretheonlymournersalongwiththepastor,butwhenthefuneralbeganArmanskyslippedin.HenoddedcurtlytoBlomkvistandstoodbehindSander,gentlyputtingahandonhershoulder.Shehoutlookingathim,asifshekneasstandihensheighemboth.

    Sanderhadtoldhimnothingabouthermother,butthepastorhadapparentlyspokentosomeohenursinghomewhereshedied,andBlomkvistuoodthatthecauseofdeathwasacerebralhaeme.Sanderdidnotsayawordduringtheceremony.Thepastorlosthertrainofthoughttwicewheurneddirectlytoher.Sanderlookedherstraightintheeyewithoutexpressiowasoversheturnedonherheewithoutsayingthankyoodbye.BlomkvistandArmanskytookadeepbreathandlookedateachother.

    “She’sfeelingreallybad,”Armanskysaid.

    “Iknowthat,”Blomkvistsaid.“Itwasgoodofyoutoe.”

    “I’mnotsosureaboutthat.”

    ArmanskyfixedBlomkvistwithhisgaze.

    “Ifyoutwoaredrivingbaorth,keepaneyeonher.”

    Hepromisedtodothat.Theysaidgoodbye,andtothepastor,atthechurchdoor.Sanderwasalreadyinthecar,waiting.

    ShehadtogobackwithhimtoHedestadtogethermotorcydtheequipmentshehadborrowedfromMiltonSecurity.NotuntiltheyhadpassedUppsadidshebreakhersilendaskhowthetriptoAustraliahadgone.BlomkvisthadArhenightbeforeandhadsleptonlyafewhours.DuringthedrivehetoldherHarrietVanger’sstory.Sainsilenceforhalfanhourbeforesheopenedhermouth.

    “Bitch,”shesaid.

    “Who?”

    “HarrietFugVanger.Ifshehaddonesomethingin1966,MartinVangercouldn’thavekeptkillingandrapingforthirty-sevenyears.”

    “Harrietknewaboutherfathermurderingwomen,butshehadhatMartinhadanythingtodowithit.Shefledfromabrotheredherahreateorevealthatshehaddrowherifshedidn’tdowhathesaid.”

    “Bullshit.”

    AfterthattheysatinsilehewaytoHedestad.BlomkvistwasteforhisappoianddroppedherattheturnofftoHedebyIsnd;heaskedifshewouldpleasebetherewhenhecameback.

    “Areyouthinkingofstayinght?”shesaid.

    “Ithinkso.”

    “Doyouwaobehere?”

    Heclimbedoutofthedwentaroundandputhisarmsaroundher.Shepushedhimaway,almostviolently.Blomkvisttookastepback.

    “Lisbeth,you’remyfriend.”

    “Doyouwaayheresoyou’llhavesomebodytofuight?”

    Blomkvistgaveheralonglook.Theurnedandgotintothedstartedtheengine.Hewounddownthewindow.Herhostilityable.

    “Iwanttobeyourfriend,”hesaid.“Ifyouwantotherwise,thenyoudoobeherewhehome.”

    HenrikVangerwassittingup,dressed,whenDirchFrodelethimintothehospitalroom.

    “They’rethinkingoflettiforMartin’sfuomorrow.”

    “HowmuchhasDirchtoldyou?”

    Henriklookeddownatthefloor.

    “HetoldmeaboutwhatMartinandGotupto.Thisisfar,farworsethanIcouldhaveimagined.”

    “IknopeoHarriet.”

    “Tellme:howdidshedie?”

    “Shedidn’tdie.She’sstillive.Andifyoulike,shereallywantstoseeyou.”

    Bothmenstaredathimasiftheirworldhadjustbeenturnedupsidedown.

    “Ittookawhiletovioe,butshe’salive,she’sdoingfine,andshe’shereiad.Shearrivedthismandbehereinanhour.Ifyouwanttoseeher,thatis.”

    Blomkvisthadtotellthestoryfrombeginningtoend.AcoupleoftimesHenrikinterruptedwithaquestionoraskedhimtorepeatsomething.Frodesaidnotaword.

    Wheorywasdone,Henriksatinsilence.Blomkvisthadbeenafraidthatitwouldbetoomuchfortheoldman,butHenrikshowednosigion,exceptthathisvoicemighthavebeenabitthickerwhenhebrokehissilence

    “Poor,poorHarriet.Ifonlyshehadetome.”

    Blomkvistgheclock.Itwasfivemiofour.

    “Doyouwanttoseeher?She’sstilfraidthatyouwon’twanttoafteryoufoundoutwhatshedid.”

    “Whatabouttheflowers?”Henriksaid.

    “Iaskedherthatonthepneinghome.Therewasonepersoninthefamily,apartfromAnita,whomsheloved,andthatwasyou.She,ofcourse,wastheonewhosenttheflowers.ShesaidthatshehopedyouwoulduandthatshewasaliveandthatshewasdoingfihouthavingtomakeanappearasinceheronlyelofrmationwasAnita,whomovedabroadassoonasshefinishedherstudiesandnevervisitedHedestad,Harriet’sawarenessaboutwhatwentonherewaslimited.Sheneverknewhowterriblyyousufferedorthatyouthoughtitwashermurderertauntingyou.”

    “IassumeitwasAnitawhopostedtheflowers.”

    “Sheworkedforanairlineandflewallovertheworld.Shepostedthemfromwherevershehappeobe.”

    “ButhowdidyouknowAnitawastheonewhohelpedher?”

    “ShewastheoneinHarriet’swindow.”

    “Butshecouldhavebeenmixedupin…shecouldhavebeenthemurdererinstead.HowdidyoufindoutthatHarrietwasalive?”

    BlomkvistgaveHenrikalonglook.ThenhesmiledforthefirsttimesincehehadreturoHedestad.

    “AnitawasinvolvedinHarriet’sdisappearashecouldn’thavekilledher.”

    “Howcouldyoubesureofthat?”

    “Becausethisisn’tsomedamnedlocked-roommysterynovel.IfAnitahadmurderedHarriet,youwouldhavefoundthebodyyearsago.SotheonlylogicalthingwasthatshehelpedHarrietescapeandhide.Doyouwanttoseeher?”

    “OfcourseIwanttoseeher.”

    BlomkvistfoundHarrietbytheliftinthelobby.Atfirsthedidnniseher.SiheyhadpartedatArndaAirportthenightbeforeshehaddyedherhairbrownagain.Shewasdressedinbcktrousers,awhiteblouse,andagreyjacket.Shelookedradiant,andBlomkvistbentdowntogiveheranencinghug.

    HenrikgotupfromhischairwhenMikaelopehedoor.Shetookadeepbreath.

    “Hi,Henrik,”shesaid.

    Theoldmanscrutinisedherfromtoptotoe.ThenHarrietwentoverandkissedhim.BlomkvistoFrodeandclosedthedoor.

    SanderwasnotiagewhenBlomkvistreturoHedebyIsnd.Thevideoequipmentaorcycleweregone,aswelsthebagwithherextraclothesandherspongebag.Thecottagefeltempty.Itsuddenlyseemedalienandunreal.Helookedatthestacksofpaperintheoffice,whichhewouldhavetopackupinboxesandcarrybacktoHenrik’shouse.Buthecouldnotfacestartingtheprocess.HedrovetoKonsumandboughtbread,milk,cheese,andsomethingforsupper.Wheuronwaterforcoffee,satinthegarden,aheeveningpaperswithoutthinkingofanythingelse.

    At5:30ataxidroveacrossthebridge.Afterthreemiwentbackthewayitcame.BlomkvistcaughtaglimpseofIsabelVahebackseat.

    Around7:00hehaddozedoffinthegardenchairwhenFrodewokehimup.

    “How’sitgoingwithHenrikandHarriet?”hesaid.

    “Thisunhappycloudhasitssilverlining,”Frodesaidwitharestrainedsmile.“Isabel,wouldyoubelieve,camerushingintoHenrik’shospitalroom.She’dobviouslyseenthatyou’debadletelybesideherself.ShescreamedathimthattherehadtobeaothiseousfussaboutherHarriet,addingthatyouweretheonewhodrovehersontohisdeathwithyoursnooping.”

    “Well,she’sright,inaway.”

    “ShemandedHenriktodismissyouforthwithandrunyouoffthepropertyfood.Andwouldhe,ondforall,stopseargfhosts.”

    “Wow!”

    “Shedidn’tevehewomansittingbesidethebedtalkingtoHenrik.Shemusthavethoughtitwasohestaff.IwillthemomentwhenHarrietstoodupandsaid,‘Hello,Mamma.’”

    “pened?”

    “WehadtocaldoctortocheckIsabel’svitalsigns.Rightnowshe’srefusingtobelievethatit’sHarriet.Youareausedinginanimpostor.”

    FrodewasonhiswaytovisitCeciliaandAlexaogivethemthehatHarriethadrisenfromthedead.Hehurriedaway,leavingBlomkvisttohissolitarymusings.

    SaoppedandfilledhertankatapetrolstationnorthofUppsa.Shehadbeenridingdoggedly,staringstraightahead.Shepaidquicklyandgotbaherbike.Shestarteditupandrodetotheexit,whereshestopped,undecided.

    Shewasstillinaterriblemood.ShewasfuriouswheHedeby,butherragehadslowlydissolvedduringtheride.ShecouldnotmakeuphermindwhyshewassoangrywithBlomkvist,oreveheoneshewasangrywith.

    ShethoughtofMartinVangerandHarrietFugVangerandDirchFugFrodeandthewholedamnedVangersittingiadreigniheirlittleempireandplottingagainsteachother.Theyhadneededherhelp.Normallytheywouldn’tevenhavesaidhellotoherireet,letalorustherwiththeirrepelles.

    Fugriff-raff.

    Shetookadeepbreathandthoughtabouthermother,whomshehadsigoashesthatverym.Shewouldneverbeabletomendthings.Hermother’sdeathmeantthatthewoundwouldneverheal,sinceshewouldneveranahequestionsshehadwaoask.

    ShethoughtaboutArmanskystandingbehihecrematoriustgivenhimsomesignthatshekhere.Butifshedidthat,hewouldhavetakenitasapretextftostructureherlife.Ifshegavehimherlittlefingerhe’dtakeherwholearm.Andhewouldneveruand.

    Shethoughtaboutthewyer,Bjurman,whowasstillherguardianandwho,atleastforthetimebeing,hadbeeralisedandwasdoingashewastold.

    Shefeltanimpcablehatredandchedherteeth.

    AhoughtaboutMikaelBlomkvistandwonderedwhathewouldsaywhenhefoundoutthatshewasawardofthecourtandthatherentirelifewasafugrats’.

    Itcametoherthatshereallywasnotangrywithhim.Hewasjustthepersononwhomshehadventedherangerwhenwhatshehadwantedmostofallwastomurdersomebody,severalpeople.Beingangrywithhimointless.

    Shefeltstrangelyambivalenttowardshim.

    Hestuckhisherpeople’sbusinessandpokedaroundinherlifeand…but…shehadalsoenjoyedwwithhim.Eventhatwasanoddfeeling—toworkwithsomebody.Shewasn’tusedtothat,butithadbeenuedlypainless.Hedidnotmesswithher.Hedidnottrytotellherhowtoliveherlife.

    Shewastheonewhohadseducedhim,notviceversa.

    Andbesides,ithadbeensatisfying.

    Sowhydidshefeesifshewaokickhimintheface?

    Shesighedandunhappilyraisedhereyestoseeaninter-tialroarpastontheE4.

    Blomkvistwasstillinthegardenat8:00whenhewasrousedbytherattleofthemotorcyclecrossingthebridgeandsawSanderridingtowardsthecottage.Sheputherbikeonitsstandandtookoffherhelmet.Shecameuptothegardentableahecoffeepot,whichtyandcold.Blomkviststoodup,gazingatherinsurprise.Shetookthecoffeepotaintothekit.WhenshecamebackoutshehadtakenoffherleathersandsatdowninjeansandaT-shirtwiththesloganIBEAREGULARBITCH.JUSTTRYME.

    “Ithoughtyou’dbeinStobynow,”hesaid.

    “IturnedroundinUppsa.”

    “Quitearide.”

    “I’msore.”

    “Whydidyouturnaround?”

    Noanswer.Hewaitedheroutwhiletheydrankcoffee.Aftertenminutesshesaid,relutly,“Ilikeyourpany.”

    Thosewerewordsthathadneverbeforepassedherlips.

    “Itwas…iingtoworkwithyouonthiscase.”

    “Ienjoyedwwithyoutoo,”hesaid.

    “Hmm.”

    “Thefactis,I’veneverworkedwithsuchabrilliantresearcher.OK,Iknowyou’reahackerandhangoutinsuspectcirclesinwhichyousetupanillegalwiretapinLondoniy-fourhours,butyougetresults.”

    Shelookedathimforthefirsttimesinceshehadsatatthetable.Heknewsomanyofhersecrets.

    “That’sjusthowitis.Iknowputers.I’veneverhadaproblemwithreadiandabswhatitsaid.”

    “Yourphotographicmemory,”hesaidsoftly.

    “Iadmitit.Ijusthavenoideahowitworks.It’snotonlyputersandtelephoneworks,butthemotorinmybikeandTVsetsandvacuumersandchemicalprocessesandformueinastrophysics.I’manutcase,Iadmitit:afreak.”

    Blomkvistfrowned.Hesatquietlyforalongtime.

    Asperger’ssyndrome,hethought.Orsomethinglikethat.Atalentforseeingpatternsanduandingabstractreasoniherpeopleperceiveonlywhitenoise.

    Sanderwasstaringdownatthetable.

    “Mostpeoplewouldgiveahtohavesuchagift.”

    “Idon’twanttotalkaboutit.”

    “We’lldropit.Areyougdyoucameback?”

    “Idon’tknow.Maybeitwasamistake.”

    “Lisbeth,youdefihewordfriendshipforme?”

    “It’swhenyoulikesomebody.”

    “Sure,butwhatisitthatmakesyoulikesomebody?”

    Sheshrugged.

    “Friendship—mydefinition—isbuiltontwothings,”hesaid.“Respedtrust.Bothelementshavetobethere.Andithastobemutual.Youhaverespeeoifyoudon’thavetrust,thefriendshipwillcrumble.”

    Shewasstillsilent.

    “Iuandthatyoudon’twanttodiscussyourselfwithme,butsomedayyoingtohavetodecidewhetheryoutrustmeornot.Iwantustobefriends,butI’tdoitallbymyself.”

    “Ilikehavihyou.”

    “Sexhasnothingtodowithfriendship.Sure,friendshavesex,butifIhadtochoosebetweensexandfriendshipwheoyou,there’snodoubtwhichIwouldpick.”

    “Ido.Doyouwanttohavesexwithmeornot?”

    “Youshouldn’thavesexwithpeopleyou’rewwith,”hemuttered.“Itjustleadstotrouble.”

    “DidImisssomethinghere,orisn’tittruethatyouandErikaBergerfuckeverytimeyougetthedshe’smarried.”

    “ErikaandI…haveahistorythatstartedlongbeforewestartedwtogether.Thefactthatshe’smarriedisnoneofyourbusiness.”

    “Oh,Isee,allofasuddenyou’retheonewhodoesn’twanttotalkaboutyourself.AndthereIwas,learningthatfriendshipisamatteroftrust.”

    “WhatImeanisthatIdon’tdiscussafriendbehindherback.I’dbebreakirust.Iwouldn’tdiscussyouwithErikabehindyourbackeither.”

    Sahoughtaboutthat.Thishadbeeanawkwardversation.Shedidnotlikeawkwardversations.

    “Idolikehavihyou,”shesaid.

    “Ilikeittoo…butI’mstilloldenoughtobeyourfather.”

    “Idon’tgiveashitaboutye.”

    “No,you’tignoreediffere’snosortofbasisforastiionship.”

    “Whosaidanythingaboutsting?”Sandersaid.“Wejustfinishedupacaseinwhiwithfucked-upsexualitypyedapromirole.IfIhadtodecide,mewouldbeexterminated,everystohem.”

    “Well,atleastyoudon’tpromise.”

    “No,”shesaid,givinghimhercrookednon-smile.“Butatleastyou’renotlikethem.”Shegotup.“NowI’mgoingintotakeashower,ahinkI’llgetintoyourbednaked.Ifyouthinkyou’retooold,you’llhavetogoandsleeponthecampbed.”

    Whateverhang-upsSanderhad,modestycertainlywasnotohefterawhilehewashedupthecoffeethingsaintothebedroom.

    Theygotupat10:00,tookashether,andatebreakfastoutinthegarden.At11:00DirchFrodecalledandsaidthatthefuneralwouldtakepceat2:00iernoon,andheaskediftheywerepnningtoattend.

    “Ishouldn’tthinkso,”saidMikael.

    Frodeaskedifhecouldeoveraround6:00foratalk.Mikaelsaidthatwouldbefine.

    HespentafewhourssthepapersintothepagcratesandcarryingthemovertoHenrik’soffice.FinallyhewasleftwithonlyhisownnotesawobindersabouttheHans-ErikWer?maffairthathehadn’topenedinsixmonths.Hesighedandstuffedthemintohisbag.

    Frtosayhewasrunningteanddidhecottageuntil8:00.HewasstillinhisfuneralsuitandlookedharriedwhedownobendgratefullyaeptedthecupofcoffeethatSanderofferedhim.ShesatatthesidetablewithherputerwhileBlomkvistaskedhowHarriet’sreappearancehadbeenreceivedbythefamilyasawhole.

    “YoumightsaythatithasovershadowedMartin’sdemise.Nowthemediahavefoundoutabouthertoo.”

    “Andhowareyouexpiniuation?”

    “HarriettalkedorterfromtheCourier.Herstoryisthatsheranawayfromhomebecauseshedidalongwithherfamily,butthatsheobviouslyhasdonewellintheworldsinceshe’stheheadofaverysubstantialenterprise.”

    Blomkvistwhistled.

    “IdiscoveredthattherewasmoneyinAustraliansheep,butIdidn’tknowthestationwasdoingthatwell.”

    “Hersheepstationisgoingsuperbly,butthatisn’theronlysourceofiheCoCorporationisinmining,opals,manufacturing,transport,eleidalotofotherthingstoo.”

    “hat’sgoingtohappennow?”

    “Holy,Idon’tknow.Peoplehavebeenturningupallday,andthefamilyhasbeeherforthefirsttimeinyears.They’reherefrombothFredrikandJohanVanger’ssides,andquiteafewfromtheyoungergeiontoo—theoheirtwentiesandup.ThereareprobablyaroundfortyVangersiadthisevening.HalfofthemareatthehospitalwearingoutHenrik;theotherhalfareattheGrandHoteltalkingtoHarriet.”

    “Harrietmustbethebigsensation.HowmanyofthemknowaboutMartin?”

    “Sofarit’sjustme,Henrik,andHarriet.Wehadalongtalktogether.Martinand…youruncofhisunspeakablelife,it’sovershadowingjustabouteverythingforusatthemoment.Ithasbroughtanenormouscrisisforthepanytoahead.”

    “Iderstandthat.”

    “Thereisnonaturalheir,butHarrietisstayingiadforawhile.Thefamilywillworkouthat,howtheiaobedividedandsoouallyhasashareofitthatwouldhavebeenquitergeifshehadbeehewholetime.It’sanightmare.”

    Mikaelughed.Frodewasnotughingatall.

    “Isabelhadacolpseatthefuneral.She’sinthehospitalnow.Henriksayshewon’tvisither.”

    “GoodforHenrik.”

    “However,AnitaisingoverfromLondon.Iamtocalfamilymeetingforweek.Itwillbethefirsttimeiy-fiveyearsthatshe’sparticipated.”

    “WhowillbethenewCEO?”

    “Birgerisafterthejob,buthe’soutofthequestion.What’sgoingtohappenisthatHenrikwillstepinasCEOprotemfromhissickbeduntilwehireeithersomeonefromoutsideorsomeonefromwithinthefamily…”

    Blomkvistraisedhiseyebrows.

    “Harriet?You’tbeserious.”

    “Whynot?We’retalkingaboutaionallypetentandrespectedbusinesswoman.”

    “ShehasapanyinAustraliatolookafter.”

    “True,buthersonJeffCoismindioreinherabsence.”

    “He’sthestudsmanageronasheepranch.IfIuoodthemattercorrectly,heseestoitthatthecorrectsheepmatewitheachother.”

    “HealsohasadegreeineiOxfordandawdegreefromMelbourne.”

    Blomkvistthoughtaboutthesweaty,muscurmanwithhisshirtoffwhohaddrivenhimintoandthroughtheraviriedtoimaginehiminapinstripesuit.Whynot?

    “Allofthiswilltaketimetoworkout,”Frodesaid.“ButshewouldbeaperfectCEO.Withtherightsupportteamshecouldrepresentawholenewdealforthepany.”

    “Shedoesn’thavetheexperience…”

    “That’strue.She’tjustpopupoutofmoreorlessnowhereandstartmianagingthepany.ButtheVangerCorporationisiional,andwecouldcertainlyhaveanAmeriCEOwhodoesn’tspeakawordofSwedish…it’sonlybusiness,whenall’ssaidanddone.”

    “SooeryoingtohavetofaceuptotheproblemofMartin’sbasement.”

    “Iknow.Butwe’tsayanythingwithoutdestroyingHarriet…I’mgdI’mnottheonewhohastomakethedecisionaboutthis.”

    “Damnit,Dirch,youwon’tbeabletoburythefactthatMartinwasaserialkiller.”

    “Mikael,I’mina…veryunfortableposition.”

    “Tellme.”

    “IhaveamessagefromHenrik.Hethanksyoufortheoutstandingworkyoudidandsaysthathesidersthetractfulfilled.Thatmeansheisreleasingyoufromanyfurtherobligationsandthatyounolongerhavetoliveorworkhereiad,etc.So,takingeffectimmediately,youmovebacktoStoaeyourselftoyourotherpursuits.”

    “Hewaovanishfromthese,isthatthegistofit?”

    “Absolutelynot.Hewantsyoutovisithimforaversationaboutthefuture.HesayshehopesthathisinvolvementontheboardofMillenniumproceedwithoutrestris.But…”

    Frodelookedevenmoreunfortable,ifthatossible.

    “Don’ttellme,Dirch…henolongerwaowriteahistoryoftheVangerfamily.”

    DirchFrodenodded.Hepickedupanote,ope,andpusheditovertoMikael.

    “Hewroteyouthisletter.”

    DearMikael,

    Ihavenothingbutrespectforyouriy,andIdon’tioinsultyoubytryingtotellyouwhattowrite.Youmaywriteandpublishwhateveryoulike,andIwoanypressureonyouwhatsoever.

    Ourtractremainsvalid,ifyouwanttotinue.YouhaveenoughmaterialtofinishtheicleoftheVangerfamily.

    Mikael,I’veneverbeggedanyoneforanythingiirelife.I’vealwaysthoughtthatapersonshouldfollowhismoralsandhisvis.ThistimeIhavenochoice.

    Iam,withthisletter,beggingyou,bothasafriendandaspartownerofMillennium,torefrainfrompublishihaboutGottfriedandMartin.Iknowthat’swrong,butIseenowayoutofthisdarkness.Ihavetochoosebetweentwoevils,andinthiscasetherearenowinners.

    IbegyounottowriteanythingthatwouldfurtherhurtHarriet.Youknowfirst-handwhatit’sliketobethesubjeediacampaign.Thecampaignagainstyouwasofquitemodestproportions.YousurelyimagiitwouldbelikeforHarrietifthetruthweretoeout.Shehasbeentormentedforfortyyearsandshouldn’thavetosufferanymoreforthedeedsthatherbrotherahermitted.AndIbegyoutothinkthroughthesequehissththaveforthethousandsofemployeesinthepany.Thiscouldcrushherandannihiteus.

    Henrik

    “Henrikalsosaysthatifyourequirepensationforfinanciallossesthatmayarisefromyourrefrainingfrompublishiory,heisentirelyopentodiscussion.Yousetanyfinancialdemandsyouthinkfit.”

    “HenrikVaryingtoshutmeup.TellhimthatIwishhehadnevergivehisoffer.”

    “ThesituationisjustastroublesomeforHenrikasitisforyou.Helikesyouverymudsidersyouhisfriend.”

    “HenrikVangerisacleverbastard,”Blomkvistsaid.Hewassuddenlyfurious.“Hewantstohushupthestory.He’spyingoionsandheknowsIlikehimtoo.Andwhathe’salsosayingisthatIhaveafreehandtopublish,andifIdosohewouldhavetorevisehisattitudetowardsMillennium.”

    “EverythinggedwhenHarrietsteppedontothestage.”

    “AndnowHenrikisfeelingoutricetagmightbe.Idon’tiohangHarrietouttodry,butsomebodyhastosaysomethingaboutthewomenwhodiedinMartin’sbasement.Dirch,wedon’tevenknowhowmanywomeuredandsughtered.Whoisgoingtospeakupontheirbehalf?”

    Sanderlookedupfromherputer.HervoicewasalmostinaudibleasshesaidtoFrode,“Isn’tthereanyoneinyourpanywho’sgoingtotrytoshutmeup?”

    Frodelookedastonished.Onceagainhehadmaoignoreherexistence.

    “IfMartinVangerwerealiveatthismoment,Iwouldhavehunghimouttodry,”shewenton.“WhateveragreementMikaelmadewithyou,Iwouldhavesenteverydetaibouthimtotheeveningpaper.AndifIcould,Iwouldhavestuckhimdowninhisowntortureholeandtiedhimtothattableandstueedlesthroughhisballs.Unfortunatelyhe’sdead.”

    SheturoBlomkvist.

    “I’msatisfiedwiththesolution.NothingwedorepairtheharmthatMartinVangerdidtohisvictims.Butaingsituationhaseup.You’reinapositionwhereyoutioharmiwomen—especiallythatHarrietwhomyousowarmlydefehethehere.Somyquestiontoyouis:whichisworse—thefactthatMartinVangerrapedheroutintheorthatyoingtodoitinprint?Youhaveafinedilemma.MaybetheethicsmitteeoftheJournalistsAssociationgiveyousomeguidance.”

    Shepaused.Blomkvistcouldhergaze.Hestareddownatthetable.

    “ButI’mnotajournalist,”shesaidatst.

    “Whatdoyouwant?”DirchFrodeasked.

    “Martiapedhisvictims.Iwantyoutodoyourdamoidentifyasmanyasyoudseetoitthattheirfamiliesreceivesuitablepensation.AndthenIwanttheVangerCorporationtodonate2millionkronorannuallyandiuitytotheNationanisationforWomen’sCrisistresandGirls’CrisistresinSweden.”

    Frodeweighedthepricetagforamihenhenodded.

    “youlivewiththat,Mikael?”Sandersaid.

    Blomkvistfeltonlydespair.Hisprofessionallifehehaddevotedtouncthingswhichotherpeoplehadtriedtohide,andhecouldytothecupoftheappallingcrimesmittedinMartinVanger’sbasement.Hewhohadmbastedhiscolleaguesfornotpublishih,herehesat,discussiiatihemostmacabrecover-uphehadeverheardof.

    Hesatinsilenceforalongtime.Thenhenoddedhisassent.

    “Sobeit,”Frodesaid.“AndwithregardtoHenrik’sofferforfinancialpensation…”

    “Heshoveituphisbackside,andDirch,Iwantyoutoleavenow.Iuandyourposition,butrightnowI’msofuriouswithyouandHenrikandHarrietthatifyoustayanylongerwemightnotbefriendsanymore.”

    Frodemadenomovetogo.

    “I’tleaveyet.I’mnotdone.Ihaveanothermessagetodeliver,andyou’renotgoingtolikethisoher.HenrikisinsistingthatItellyoutonight.Yougouptothehospitandfyhimtomorrifyouwish.”

    Blomkvistlookedupandstaredathim.

    Frodewenton.“ThishasgottobethehardestthingI’veeverdoneinmylife.ButIthinkthatonlypletedourwithallthecardsoablesavethesituationnow.”

    “Soit’sdouratst,isit?”

    “WhenHenrikvincedyoutotakethejobstChristmas,”Dirchsaid,ignhissarcasm,“herhenorIthoughtthatanythingwouldeofit.Thatwasexactlywhathesaid,buthewaogiveitory.Hehadanalysedyoursituation,particurlywiththehelpofthereportthatFr?kenSatogether.Hepyedonyourisotion,heoodpay,andheusedtherightbait.”

    “Wer?m.”

    Frodenodded.

    “Youwerebluffing?”

    “No,no,”Frodesaid.

    Sanderraisedaneyebrowwithi.

    “Henrikisgoingtomakegoodohinghepromised.He’sarranginganinterviewandisgoingpublicwithadirectassaultonWer?m.Youhaveallthedetailster,butroughlythesituationisthis:whenWer?mloyedinthefinamentoftheVangerCorporation,hespentseveralmillionkronorspegncurrency.Thiswaslongbeforefnexgefuturesbecametherage.Hedidthiswithoutauthority.Oeranotherwentbad,andhewassittingtherewithalossofsevenmillionkronorthathetriedtocoverup.Partlybycookingthesandpartlybyspegevenharder.Itiablycametolightandhewassacked.”

    “Didhemakeanyprofithimself?”

    “Ohyes,hemadeoffwithabouthalfamillionkronor,whichironicallyenoughbecametheseedmoneyfortheWer?mGroup.Wehavedotationforallofthis.Youusethermationhoweveryoulike,andHenrikwillbackuptheausationspublicly.But…”

    “But,andit’sabigbut,Dirch,thermationisworthless,”Blomkvistsaid,smminghisfistoable.“Itallhappehirty-plusyearsagoandit’saclosed.”

    “You’llgetfirmationthatWer?misacrook.”

    “ThatwilnnoyWer?mwhe,butitwon’tdamagehimanymorethanadirecthitfromapeashooter.He’sgoingtoshufflethedeckbyputtingoutapressreleasesayingthatHenrikVangerisanoldhas-beenwho’sstilltryingtostealsomebusinessfromhim,andthenhe’llprobablycimthathewasagonordersfromHenrik.Evenifhe’tprovehisinnoce,heydownenoughsmokessthatno-onewilltakethestoryseriously.”

    Frodelookedunhappy.

    “Youedme,”Blomkvistsaid.

    “Thatwasn’touriion.”

    “Ibmemyself.Iwasgraspingatstraws,andIshouldhaverealiseditwassomethinglikethat.”Heughedabruptly.“Henrikisanoldshark.HewassellingaprodudtoldmewhatIwaohear.It’stimeyouwent,Dirch.”

    “Mikael…I’msorrythat…”

    “Dirch.Go.”

    SanderdidnotknowwhethertogoovertoBlomkvistortoleavehiminpeace.Hesolvedtheproblemforherbypiguphisjacketwithoutawordandsmmingthedoorbehindhim.

    Formorethananhourshewaitedrestlesslyi.Shefeltsobadthatsheclearedthetableandwashedthedishes—arolesheusuallylefttoBlomkvist.Shewentregurlytothewindowtoseeiftherewasanysignofhim.Finallyshewassonervousthatsheputonherjacketaouttolookforhim.

    Firstshewalkedtothemarina,wherelightswerestilloninthes,buttherewasnosignofhirtinVanger’shousewasdarkandalreadylookedabandoned.Shewentouttotherocksatthepoiheyhadoftensattalking,andthebae.Hestillhadurned.

    Shewenttothechurch.Stillnosign.Shewasatalosstoknowwhattodo.Thebaotorcydgotafshlightfromthesaddlebagaoffaloeragain.Ittookherawhiletowindherwayalongthehalf-rownroad,andevenloofihtoGottfried’s.Itloomedoutofthedarknessbehindsometreeswhenshehadalmostreachedit.Hewasnotonthepordthedoorwaslocked.

    Shehadturowardsthevilgewheoppedaback,allthewayouttothepoint.ShecaughtsightofBlomkvist’ssilhouetteinthedarknessontheendofthejettywhereHarrietVangerhaddrowher.Shesighedwithrelief.

    Heheardherasshecameoutontothejetty,aurnedaround.Shesatdowohimwithoutaword.Atsthebrokethesilence.

    “Fiveme.Ihadtobealoneforawhile.”

    “Iknow.”

    Shelittwocigarettesandgavehimone.Blomkvistlookedather.Sanderwasthemostasocialhumanbeinghehadevermet.Usuallysheignoredanyattemptonhisparttotalkaboutanythingpersonal,andshehadneveraeptedasingleexpressionofsympathy.Shehadsavedhislife,andnowshehadtrackedhimouthereinthenight.Heputanarmaroundher.

    “NowIknoriceis,”hesaid.“We’veforsakenthosegirls.They’regoingtoburythewholestory.EverythinginMartin’sbasementwillbevacuumedintooblivion.”

    Sanderdidnotanswer.

    “Erikawasright,”hesaid.“IwouldhavedonemoodifI’dgooSparamonthandthenehomerefreshedandtakenonWer?m.I’vewastedallthesemonths.”

    “Ifyou’dgooSpain,MartinVangerwouldstillbeoperatinginhisbasement.”

    Theysattogetherforalongtimebeforehesuggestedthattheygohome.

    BlomkvistfelsleepbeforeSander.Sheyawakelisteningtohimbreathe.Afterawhileshewenttothekitandsatinthedarkobench,smokingseveralcigarettesasshebrooded.ShehadtakenitfrahatVangerandFrodemight.Itwasintheirnature.ButitwasBlomkvist’sproblem,nothers.Orwasit?

    Atstshemadeadecisioubbedouthercigaretteaintothebedroom,turhemp,andshookMikaewake.Itwas2:30inthem.

    “What?”

    “I’vegotaquestion.Situp.”

    Blomkvistsatup,drunkwithsleep.

    “Whenyouwereindicted,whydidn’tyoudefendyourself?”

    Blomkvistrubbedhiseyes.Helookedattheclock.

    “It’salongstory,Lisbeth.”

    “I’vegottime.Tellme.”

    Hesatforalongwhile,pwhatheshouldsay.Finallyhedecidedoh.

    “Ihadnodefehermationiiclewaswrong.”

    “WhenIhackedyourputerandreadyouremailexgewithBerger,therewereplentyofrefereheWer?maffair,butyoutwokeptdiscussingpracticaldetailsaboutthetriandnothingaboutwhatactuallyhappened.Whatwasitthatwentwrong?”

    “Lisbeth,I’tlettherealstetout.Ifellintoatrap.ErikaandIarequiteclearthatitwoulddamageourcredibilityevenfurtherifwetoldareallyhappened.”

    “Listen,KalleBlomkvist,yesterdayafternoonyousatherepreagaboutfriendshipandtrustandst
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