“Yes. Greger Vanger was holding a Hasselblad in his hand on the day the bridge
accident occurred. That means that he also might have taken some pictures. Where
would the pictures have ended up after his death?”
“With his widow or his son, logically. Let me call Alexander and ask him.”
“What am I looking for?” Salander said when they were on their way back to the
island.
“Press clippings and staff newsletters. I want you to read through everything
around the dates when the murders in the fifties and sixties were committed. Make
a note of anything that strikes you. Better if you do this part of the job. It seems that
your memory...”
She punched him in the side.
Five minutes later her Kawasaki was clattering across the bridge.
Blomkvist shook hands with Alexander Vanger. He had been away for most of the
time that Blomkvist had been in Hedeby. He was twenty when Harriet disappeared.
“Dirch said that you wanted to look at old photographs.”
“Your father had a Hasselblad, I believe.”
“That’s right. It’s still here, but no-one uses it.”
“I expect you know that Henrik has asked me to study again what happened to
Harriet.”
“That’s what I understand. And there are plenty of people who aren’t happy about
that.”
“Apparently so, and of course you don’t have to show me anything.”
“Please...What would you like to see?”