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“You do?”
Clinton tempered his tone.
“You’re a good man, Wadensjöö. But unfortunately you’re completely unsuited to shouldering the responsibility after Gullberg. You should not have been given that responsibility. Von Rottinger and I were at fault when we failed to deal properly with the succession after I got sick.”
“You’ve never liked me.”
“You’re wrong about that. You were an excellent administrator when von Rottinger and I were in charge of the Section. We would have been helpless without you, and I have great admiration for your patriotism. It’s your inability to make decisions that lets you down.”
Wadensjöö smiled bitterly. “After this, I don’t know if I even want to stay in the Section.”
“Now that Gullberg and von Rottinger are gone, I’ve had to make the crucial decisions myself,” Clinton said. “And you’ve obstructed every decision I’ve made during the past few months.”
“And I maintain that the decisions you’ve made are absurd. It’s going to end in disaster.”
“That’s possible. But your indecision would have guaranteed our collapse. Now at least we have a chance, and it seems to be working. Mille
Wadensjöö looked out of the window and across the rooftops.
“The only thing we still have to do is to get rid of Zalachenko’s daughter,” Clinton said. “If anyone starts burrowing about in her past and listening to what she has to say, there’s no knowing what might happen. But the trial starts in a few days and then it’ll be over. This time we have to bury her so deep that she’ll never come back to haunt us.”
Wadensjöö shook his head.
“I don’t understand your attitude,” Clinton said.
“I can see that. You’re sixty-eight years old. You’re dying. Your decisions are not rational, and yet you seem to have bewitched Nyström and Sandberg. They obey you as if you were God the Father.”
“I am God the Father in everything that has to do with the Section. We’re working according to a plan. Our decision to act has given the Section a chance. And it is with the utmost conviction that I say that the Section will never find itself in such an exposed position again. When all this is over, we’re going to put in hand a complete overhaul of our activities.”
“I see.”
“Nyström will be the new director. He’s really too old, but he’s the only choice we have, and he’s promised to stay on for six years at least. Sandberg is too young and – as a direct result of your management policies – too inexperienced. He should have been fully trained by now.”
“ Clinton, don’t you see what you’ve done? You’ve murdered a man. Björck worked for the Section for thirty-five years, and you ordered his death. Do you not understand-”
“You know quite well that it was necessary. He betrayed us, and he would never have withstood the pressure when the police closed in.”
Wadensjöö stood up.
“I’m not finished.”
“Then we’ll have to take it up later. I have a job to do while you lie here fantasizing that you’re the Almighty.”
“If you’re so morally indignant, why don’t you go to Bublanski and confess your crimes?”
“Believe me, I’ve considered it. But whatever you may think, I’m doing everything in my power to protect the Section.”
He opened the door and met Nyström and Sandberg on their way in.
“Hello, Fredrik,” Nyström said. “We have to talk.”
“Wadensjöö was just leaving.”
Nyström waited until the door had closed. “Fredrik, I’m seriously worried.”
“What’s going on?”
“Sandberg and I have been thinking. Things are happening that we don’t understand. This morning Salander’s lawyer lodged her autobiographical statement with the prosecutor.”
“What?”
Inspector Faste scrutinized Advokat Gia
They were sitting at the small conference table in Ekström’s office.
“Thank you for agreeing to come in,” Ekström said. “I have read this… hmm, account that arrived this morning, and there are a few matters I’d like to clarify.”
“I’ll do what I can to help” Gia
“I don’t know exactly where to start. Let me say from the outset that both Inspector Faste and I are profoundly astonished.”
“Indeed?”
“I’m trying to understand what your objective is.”
“How do you mean?”
“This autobiography, or whatever you want to call it… What’s the point of it?”
“The point is perfectly clear. My client wants to set down her version of what has happened to her.”
Ekström gave a good-natured laugh. He stroked his goatee, an oft-repeated gesture that was begi
“Yes, but your client has had several months to explain herself. She hasn’t said a word in all her interviews with Faste.”
“As far as I know there is no law that forces my client to talk simply when it suits Inspector Faste.”
“No, but I mean… Salander’s trial will begin in four days’ time, and at the eleventh hour she comes up with this. To tell the truth, I feel a responsibility here which is beyond my duties as prosecutor.”
“You do?”
“I do not in the very least wish to sound offensive. That is not my intention. But we have a procedure for trials in this country. You, Fru Gia
“You’re afraid that I won’t be able to provide Lisbeth Salander with an adequate defence,” Gia
“I do not wish to be judgemental,” Ekström said, “and I don’t question your competence. I’m simply making the point that you lack experience.”
“I do understand, and I completely agree with you. I am woefully inexperienced when it comes to criminal cases.”
“And yet you have all along refused the help that has been offered by lawyers with considerably more experience-”
“At the express wish of my client. Lisbeth Salander wants me to be her lawyer, and accordingly I will be representing her in court.” She gave him a polite smile.
“Very well, but I do wonder whether in all seriousness you intend to offer the content of this statement to the court.”
“Of course. It’s her story.”
Ekström and Faste glanced at one another. Faste raised his eyebrows. He could not see what Ekström was fussing about. If Gia
As far as he was concerned, Salander was off her rocker. He had employed all his skills to persuade her to tell them, at the very least, where she lived. But in interview after interview that damn girl had just sat there, silent as a stone, staring at the wall behind him. She had refused the cigarettes he offered, and had never so much as accepted a coffee or a cold drink. Nor had she registered the least reaction when he pleaded with her, or when he raised his voice in moments of extreme a
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