to a series of murders and then had methodically read not only her Bible but also
the Apocrypha, and she had developed an interest in Catholicism.
Had she really done the same investigation that Blomkvist and Salander were
doing thirty-seven years later? Was it the hunt for a murderer that had spurred her
interest rather than religiosity? Pastor Falk had indicated that in his eyes she was
more of a seeker, less a good Christian.
He was interrupted by Berger calling him on his mobile.
“I just wanted to tell you that Greger and I are leaving on holiday next week. I’ll be
gone for four weeks.”
“Where are you going?”
“New York. Greger has an exhibition, and then we thought we’d go to the
Caribbean. We have a chance to borrow a house on Antigua from a friend of
Greger’s and we’re staying there two weeks.”
“That sounds wonderful. Have a great time. And say hi to Greger.”
“The new issue is finished and we’ve almost wrapped up the next one. I wish you
could take over as editor, but Christer has said he will do it.”
“He can call me if he needs any help. How’s it going with Janne Dahlman?”
She hesitated.
“He’s also going on holiday. I’ve pushed Henry into being the acting managing
editor. He and Christer are minding the store.”
“OK.”
“I’ll be back on August seventh.”
In the early evening Blomkvist tried five times to telephone Cecilia Vanger. He sent
her a text as king her to call him. But he received no answer.