proposed the connection, as he had for Vanger the day before, with the murder of
Rebecka Jacobsson in 1949, R.J.
The only thing he kept to himself was Cecilia Vanger’s face in Harriet’s window. He
had to talk to her before he put her in a position where she might be suspected of
something.
Frode’s brow was creased with concern.
“You really think that the murder of Rebecka has something to do with Harriet’s
disappearance?”
“It seems unlikely, I agree, but the fact remains that Harriet wrote the initials R.J. in
her date book next to the reference to the Old Testament law about burnt
offerings. Rebecka Jacobsson was burned to death. One connection with the
Vanger family is inescapable—she worked for the corporation.”
“But what is the connection with Harriet?”
“I don’t know yet. But I want to find out. I will tell you everything I would have told
Henrik. You have to make the decisions for him.”
“Perhaps we ought to inform the police.”
“No. At least not without Henrik’s blessing. The statute of limitations has long since
run out in the case of Rebecka, and the police investigation was closed. They’re not
going to reopen an investigation fifty-four years later.”
“All right. What are you going to do?”
Blomkvist paced a lap around the kitchen.
“First, I want to follow up the photograph lead. If we could see what it was that
Harriet saw...it might be the key. I need a car to go to Norsjö and follow that lead,
wherever it takes me. And also, I want to research each of the Leviticus verses. We
have one connection to one murder. We have four verses, possibly four other clues.
To do this...I need some help.”
“What kind of help?”