“Unless there are two people who are collaborating. One older and one younger.”
“Harald and Cecilia? I don’t think so. I think she was telling the truth when she said
that she wasn’t the person in the window.”
“Then who was that?”
They turned on Blomkvist’s iBook and spent the next hour studying in detail once
again all the people visible in the photographs of the accident on the bridge.
“I can only assume that everyone in the village must have been down there,
watching all the excitement. It was September. Most of them are wearing jackets or
sweaters. Only one person has long blonde hair and a light-coloured dress.”
“Cecilia Vanger is in a lot of the pictures. She seems to be everywhere. Between the
buildings and the people who are looking at the accident. Here she’s talking to
Isabella. Here she’s standing next to Pastor Falk. Here she’s with Greger Vanger, the
middle brother.”
“Wait a minute,” Blomkvist said. “What does Greger have in his hand?”
“Something square-shaped. It looks like a box of some kind.”
“It’s a Hasselblad. So he too had a camera.”
They scrolled through the photographs one more time. Greger was in more of
them, though often blurry. In one it could be clearly seen that he was holding a
square-shaped box.
“I think you’re right. It’s definitely a camera.”
“Which means that we go on another hunt for photographs.”
“OK, but let’s leave that for a moment,” Salander said. “Let me propose a theory.”
“Go ahead.”
“What if someone of the younger generation knows that someone of the older
generation is a serial killer, but they don’t want it acknowledged. The family’s
honour and all that crap. That would mean that there are two people involved, but