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“Anything else?”
“We found and confiscated a bag containing about 200,000 kronor. It was in an upstairs room used by Niederma
“How do you know it was his room?”
“Well, he does wear a size XXL. Zalachenko is at most a medium.”
“Do you have anything on Zalachenko or Bodin in your records?” Holmberg said.
Erlander shook his head.
“Of course it depends on how we interpret the confiscated weapons. Apart from the more sophisticated weaponry and an unusually sophisticated T. V. surveillance of the farm, we found nothing to distinguish it from any other farmhouse. The house itself is spartan, no frills.”
Just before noon there was a knock on the door and a uniformed officer delivered a document to Spångberg.
“We’ve received a call,” she said, “about a missing person in Alingsås. A dental nurse by the name of Anita Kaspersson left her home by car at 7.30 this morning. She took her child to day care and should have arrived at her place of work by 8.00. But she never did. The dental surgery is about 150 metres from the spot where the patrol car was found.”
Erlander and Modig both looked at their wristwatches.
“Then he has a four-hour head start. What kind of car is it?”
“A dark-blue 1991 Renault. Here’s the registration number.”
“Send out an A.P.B. on the vehicle at once. He could be in Oslo by now, or Malmö, or maybe even Stockholm.”
They brought the conference to a close by deciding that Modig and Erlander would together interrogate Zalachenko.
Cortez frowned and followed Berger with his gaze as she cut across the hall from her office to the kitchenette. She returned moments later with a cup of coffee, went back into her office and closed the door.
Cortez could not put his finger on what was wrong. Mille
Through all these storms Berger had been the rock that nothing seemed capable of shifting. He was not surprised that she had called to wake him early that morning and put him and Lottie Karim to work. The Salander affair had cracked wide open, and Blomkvist had got himself somehow involved in the killing of a policeman in Göteborg. So far, everything was under control. Karim had parked herself at police headquarters and was doing her best to get some solid information out of someone. Cortez had spent the morning making calls, piecing together what had happened overnight. Blomkvist was not answering his telephone, but from a number of sources Cortez had a fairly clear picture of the events of the night before.
Berger, on the other hand, had been distracted all morning. It was rare for her to close the door to her office. That usually happened only when she had a visitor or was working intently on some problem. This morning she had not had a single visitor, and she was not – so far as he could judge – working. On several occasions when he had knocked on the door to relay some news, he had found her sitting in the chair by the window. She seemed lost in thought, as listlessly she watched the stream of people walking down below on Götgatan. She had paid scant attention to his reports.
Something was wrong.
The doorbell interrupted his ruminations. He went to open it and found the lawyer A
“Hello, A
“I know. I want to talk to Erika.”
Berger barely looked up from her position by the window, but she quickly pulled herself together when she saw who it was.
“Hello,” she said. “Mikael isn’t here today.”
Gia
Berger nodded. She got up, took a folder from her desk and handed it to Gia
Gia
“O.K… what’s going on with you?”
“I’m about to resign from Mille
Gia
“I’m going to be editor-in-chief of Svenska Morgon-Posten.”
“Jesus. Well, in that case, congratulations seem to be in order rather than any weeping or gnashing of teeth.”
“A
“I understand. But now you’re afraid of telling Micke.”
“It’s an utter disaster. I haven’t told anybody. I thought I wouldn’t be starting at S.M.P. until after the summer, and that there would still be time to tell everyone. But now they want me to start asap.”
She fell silent and stared at A
“This is, in point of fact, my last week at Mille
“Well, what would have happened if you’d been run over by a bus? Then they would have been without an editor-in-chief with only a moment’s notice.”
Erika looked up. “But I haven’t been run over by a bus. I’ve been deliberately keeping quiet about my decision for weeks now.”
“I can see this is a difficult situation, but I’ve got a feeling that Micke and Christer Malm and the others will be able to work things out. I think you ought to tell them right away.”
“Alright, but your damned brother is in Göteborg today. He’s asleep and has turned off his mobile.”
“I know. There aren’t many people who are as stubborn as Mikael about not being available when you need him. But Erika, this isn’t about you and Micke. I know that you’ve worked together for twenty years or so and you’ve had your ups and downs, but you have to think about Christer and the others on the staff too.”
“I’ve been keeping it under wraps all this time – Mikael’s going to-”
“Micke’s going to go through the roof, of course he is. But if he can’t handle the fact that you screwed up one time in twenty years, then he isn’t worth the time you’ve put in for him.”
Berger sighed.
“Pull yourself together,” Gia
Malm sat motionless for a few seconds. Berger had gathered her colleagues into Mille
Good God. Mikael doesn’t know anything about it either, thought Malm. How on earth is he going to react?
Then he realized that Berger had stopped talking, and it was as silent as the grave in the conference room. He shook his head, stood up, and spontaneously gave Berger a hug and a kiss on the cheek.