“What is next, then?”
“I have a few questions. The first incident occurred just after Henrik had his heart
attack and I was down in Stockholm for the day. Somebody went through my
office. I had printed out the Bible verses, and the photographs from Järnvägsgatan
were on my desk. You knew and Henrik knew. Martin knew a part of it since he
organised for me to get into the Courier offices. How many other people knew?”
“Well, I don’t know who Martin talked to. But both Birger and Cecilia knew about it.
They discussed your hunting in the pictures archive between themselves.
Alexander knew about it too. And, by the way, Gunnar and Helena Nilsson did too.
They were up to say hello to Henrik and got dragged into the conversation. And
Anita Vanger.”
“Anita? The one in London?”
“Cecilia’s sister. She came back with Cecilia when Henrik had his heart attack but
stayed at a hotel; as far as I know, she hasn’t been out to the island. Like Cecilia, she
doesn’t want to see her father. But she flew back when Henrik came out of
intensive care.”
“Where’s Cecilia living? I saw her this morning as she drove across the bridge, but
her house is always dark.”
“She’s not capable of doing such a thing, is she?”
“No, I just wonder where she’s staying.”
“She’s staying with her brother, Birger. It’s within walking distance to visit Henrik.”
“Do you know where she is right now?”
“No. She’s not visiting Henrik, at any rate.”
“Thanks,” Blomkvist said, getting up.
The Vanger family was hovering around Hedestad Hospital. In the reception Birger
Vanger passed on his way to the lifts. Blomkvist waited until he was gone before he
went out to the reception. Instead he ran into Martin Vanger at the entrance, at