A secret that she had not known anything about. She brooded. Zalachenko had met her mother very soon after he had arrived in Sweden. He had introduced himself using his real name. Perhaps at that time he had not yet been given a cover name or a Swedish identity, or he was not using it for her. She only knew his real name. But he had been given a new name by the Swedish government. That explained why Lisbeth had never found his name in any public records in all these years.
She got the point. If Zalachenko were accused of aggravated assault, Agneta Salander’s lawyer would start looking into his past.
If Salander ended up with social services maybe somebody would start digging around. She was too young to be charged, but if the gasoline-bomb attack were investigated in too much detail, the same thing would happen. She could imagine the headlines in the papers. The investigation would have to be conducted by a trusted person. And then stamped top secret and buried so deep that nobody would find it. And Salander would have to be buried so deep that nobody would find her either.
The explanation was driving her wild.
She wondered fleetingly what the minister of health and social welfare would think about getting a Molotov cocktail tossed through the front doors of his department. But in the absence of anyone else who could be held responsible, Teleborian was a good substitute. She made a mental note to deal with him in earnest as soon as she had tidied up the rest of this mess.
But she still didn’t understand the whole picture. Zalachenko had suddenly sprung to life again after all these years. He was in danger of being exposed by Svensson.
Zalachenko or whoever he sent to carry out the executions could not have known that she had found the revolver in the box in Bjurman’s desk drawer and handled it. It had been pure chance, but for her it had already been clear from the start that there had to be a connection between Bjurman and Zala.
Yet the story still did not add up. She mulled it over, trying out the pieces of the puzzle one by one.
There was only one reasonable answer.
Bjurman.
Bjurman had done his investigation into her life. He had discovered the connection. He had turned to Zalachenko.
She had the video of Bjurman raping her. That was her sword over his neck. Perhaps he dreamed that Zalachenko would force her into giving it up.
She hopped down from the window seat, opened her desk drawer, and took out the DVD with BJURMAN written on it in marker pen. She had not even put it in a plastic sleeve. She had not looked at it since she had given Bjurman his very own screening two years ago. She weighed it in her hand and put it back in the drawer.
Bjurman was a fool. If he’d only kept his distance she would have released him as soon as he’d managed to get her declaration of incompetence rescinded. He would have been transformed forever into Zalachenko’s lapdog, and that would have been a fair punishment.
Zalachenko’s network. Some of the tentacles went all the way to Svavelsjo MC.
He was her key.
She had to find him and force him to tell her where Zalachenko was.
She lit another cigarette and looked out at the citadel next to Skeppsholmen. She looked across to the roller coaster at Grona Lund. She was talking to herself. And in a voice she had heard once in a film, she said:
At 7:30 she turned on the TV to catch up on the latest developments in the hunt for Lisbeth Salander. She was stunned by what she saw.
Bublanski finally got hold of Faste on his mobile just after 8:00 in the evening. No pleasantries were exchanged. He did not ask what Faste had been up to, but coolly gave him his instructions.
Faste had had more than he could bear of the circus at headquarters that morning and had done something he had never done before on duty. He went out on the town. He turned off his mobile and sat in the bar at Central Station and drank two beers while he boiled with rage.
Then he went home, took a shower, and went to bed.
He needed to catch up on his sleep.
He woke up in time for
He turned on his mobile.
Almost immediately that fucker Bublanski called. He said that the investigation was now redirecting its focus to identifying an alternative killer, and that Faste was to relieve Holmberg at the crime scene in Nykvarn. During the wrapping up of the Salander investigation Faste was supposed to be collecting cigarette butts in the woods. Other people would be hunting Salander.
What the hell did Svavelsjo MC have to do with all this?
Suppose there
It wasn’t possible.
It had to be Salander.
He wanted to be the one who caught her. He wanted to catch her so badly that it almost made his hands hurt as he held his mobile.
Palmgren calmly watched Blomkvist pace back and forth in front of the window in the small room. It was getting on towards 7:30 in the evening, and they had been talking nonstop for almost an hour. At last Palmgren tapped on the tabletop to get Blomkvist’s attention.
“Sit down before you wear out your shoes,” he said.
Blomkvist sat down.
“All these secrets,” Palmgren said. “I never understood the connection until you explained Zalachenko’s background. All I’ve seen are the assessments of Lisbeth claiming that she’s mentally disturbed.”
“Peter Teleborian.”
“He must have some sort of deal with Bjorck. They have to have been working together somehow.”
Blomkvist nodded pensively. Whatever happened, Teleborian was going to be the object of journalistic scrutiny.
“Lisbeth said that I should stay away from him. That he was evil.”
Palmgren looked at him sharply. “When did she say that?”
Blomkvist said nothing for some moments. Then he smiled and looked at Palmgren.
“More secrets, damn it. I’ve been in touch with her while she’s been in hiding. By computer. Only short, cryptic messages on her part, but she has always led me in the right direction.”
Palmgren sighed. “And of course you didn’t tell the police.”
“No. Not exactly.”
“Then you haven’t told me either. She’s quite good with computers.”
“I have a great belief in her ability to land on her feet. She may be hard up, but she’s a survivor.”
“What I don’t quite understand,” Blomkvist said, “is why you didn’t take up her case in all those years.”
