“Do you know why you’re going to do your very best? Because you have a fucking
good reason. If you fail I’m going to make this video extremely public.”
He listened to every syllable Salander was saying. His eyes were burning with
hatred. He decided she had made a mistake by letting him live. You’re going to wind
up eating this, you fucking cunt. Sooner or later I’m going to crush you. But he
continued nodding as vigorously as he could in reply to every question.
“The same applies if you try to contact me.” She mimed a throat-slitting motion.
“Goodbye to this elegant lifestyle and your fine reputation and your millions in that
offshore account.”
His eyes widened involuntarily when she mentioned the money. How the fucking
hell did she know that...
She smiled and took out another cigarette.
“I want your spare set of keys to this apartment and your office.” He frowned. She
leaned forward and smiled sweetly.
“In the future I’m going to have control over your life. When you least expect it,
when you’re in bed asleep probably, I’m going to appear in the bedroom with this
in my hand.” She held up the taser. “I’ll be checking up on you. If I ever find out you
have been with a girl again—and it doesn’t matter if she’s here of her own free
will—if I ever find you with any woman at all...” Salander made the throat-slitting
motion again.
“If I should die...if I should fall victim to an accident and be run over by a car or
something...then copies of the video will automatically be posted to the
newspapers. Plus a report in which I describe what it’s like to have you as a
guardian.
“One more thing.” She leaned forward again so that her face was only a couple of
inches from his. “If you ever touch me again I will kill you. And that’s a promise.”
Bjurman absolutely believed her. There was not a vestige of bluff in her eyes.
“Keep it in mind that I’m crazy, won’t you?”
He nodded.