hard drive instead of storing it on CDs. But at least he’s using an encryption
programme.”
“Which is totally useless if you’re inside his computer and reading the passwords
every time he types them in.”
After they’d been back in Stockholm for four days, Malm called on Blomkvist’s
mobile at 3:00 in the morning.
“Henry Cortez was at a bar with his girlfriend tonight.”
“Uh-huh,” Blomkvist said, sleepily.
“On the way home they ended up at Centralen’s bar.”
“Not a very good place for a seduction.”
“Listen. Dahlman is on holiday. Henry discovered him sitting at a table with some
guy.”
“And?”
“Henry recognised the man from his byline pic. Krister Söder.”
“I don’t think I recognise the name, but...”
“He works for Monopoly Financial Magazine, which is owned by the Wennerström
Group.”
Blomkvist sat up straight in bed.
“Are you there?”
“I’m here. That might not mean anything. Söder is a journalist, and he might be an
old friend.”
“Maybe I’m being paranoid. But a while ago Millennium bought a story from a
freelancer. The week before we were going to publish it, Söder ran an exposé that
was almost identical. It was the story about the mobile telephone manufacturer
and the defective component.”