“OK, while you change I’ll make dinner.”
He sautéed lamb chops in red wine sauce and set the table outdoors in the
afternoon sun while Salander showered and changed. She came out barefoot
wearing a black camisole and a short, worn denim skirt. The food smelled good,
and she put away two stout helpings. Fascinated, Blomkvist sneaked a look at the
tattoos on her back.
“Five plus three,” Salander said. “Five cases from your Harriet’s list and three cases
that I think should have been on the list.”
“Tell me.”
“I’ve only been on this for eleven days, and I haven’t had a chance to dig up all the
reports. In some cases the police reports had been put in the national archive, and
in others they’re still stored in the local police district. I made three day trips to
different police districts, but I didn’t have time to get to all of them. The five are
identified.”
Salander put a solid heap of paper on the kitchen table, around 500 pages. She
quickly sorted the material into different stacks.
“Let’s take them in chronological order.” She handed Blomkvist a list.
1949—REBECKA JACOBSSON, Hedestad (30112)
1954—MARI HOLMBERG, Kalmar (32018)
1957—RAKEL LUNDE, Landskrona (32027)
1960—(MAGDA) LOVISA SJÖBERG, Karlstad (32016)
1960—LIV GUSTAVSSON, Stockholm (32016)
1962—LEA PERSSON, Uddevalla (31208)
1964—SARA WITT, Ronneby (32109)